$0$0$0$0           Everyday,14.6 million commuters navigate through the tangled and intricate realms of the NYC transportation system. Whether the train is rumbling its way to the office buildings of Midtown, or the bus is edging closer to the Kings Plaza Mall in Brooklyn, or the railway is slithering through Staten Island, each one of these14.6 million people rely on certain transportation lines to carry them away to their next destinations. $0$0           As for me, my allegiance lies with the N and the R trains. I guess one can say that over the years, I have even developed a special âÂÂrelationshipâ with them. They have spent their time with me and have watched me grow. $0$0 They were there when my mother had to open the black and barred emergency door so that the carriage I was in could enter the station. They were there when I was big enough to walk and small enough to sneakily go under the turnstiles. They were there when I first proudly used an orange student Metrocard as a middle school student. And they are there now, still observing me swipe my green student Metrocard (when I wasin 7th grade, the card was awesomely upgraded to a green color). $0$0           And I have seen how they have grownâ¦or not grown as well. Differentiating themselves with huge black letters in yellow circles, the trains used to have faded orange, yellow, and red chairs that were placed in pairs or triplets. Windows were decorated with scratchitti and floors and seats alike were adorned with antique, blackened gum that was once young, beautiful, and colorful. $0$0 While the R train is still somewhat like that, the N train was promoted. The yellow circle is now gone and has been replaced with a neon red color. $0$0The chairs have now transformed into long and slender rows of blue seats. The conductorâÂÂs voice has even been replaced with much clearer and understandable recordings from a mysterious man and woman. $0$0           But while all of our appearances have changed throughout time, the N and the R trains have not forgotten their purpose or function and I have not forgotten their meaning to me. They still dutifully take me to school, Coney Island, Chinatown–anywhere that I need to go. And after a long day, I still trust them to bring me home as they still rock me to sleep, with their raucous engine (and the inscrutable recorded voices) as the lullaby.$0