Monologue

There are few places in New York where one can go and take a break from the constant movement. For me, that place is Central Park. I know how cliché it sounds and it might not mean much to most people, but for me it is a special place. For starters, it is where I had my first job at 15, selling maps. Although I absolutely hated it because my boss was horrible and the job was tiring, I got to spend my entire summer in the park. On my breaks, I would wander through the mall, up to the ramble, find a bench by the lake and eat my lunch. Despite the many tourists by the South end of the park, the further up north you go, the more peaceful it gets. Eventually I quit that job but I still came to the park as often as I could. One day, my friend and I walked all the way down from one hundred and tenth street to the very beginning of the park on 59^th street. We were tired, but we also had a great time. Just this weekend, I spent my Sunday there, on sheep meadow watching kids fly kites while a friend I enjoyed our breakfast. I know it is just a park but to me, I built a lot of memories there and found a small corner of New York where I can go and relax.