The most memorable place I've been (and not necessarily the nicest place) was New York City. I was road trippin with my brother and I had just got home from college so it was quite the adventure. We started by going to Atlanta to visit (and meet for the first time) some relatives. Then we drove east up to Trenton and eventually to New York.
I remember we went to see a movie and coming out of the theater a two o'clock in the morning. The streets were as busy if not busier than my hometown in the middle of the day. There was an energy you could feel along with a healthy dose of cautious trepidation. There has been no place to match it so far.
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