I grew up a little girl surrounded by and in Brooklyn. For those of you that don’t know what that is like, I will tell you. It is full of joy, fun, anticipation, hard life lessons, and it will always leave you with a sense of nostalgia like no other. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The people that I’ve met, that I’ve known, that were a product of Brooklyn are irreplaceable to me. And, in the end, I too am a product of Brooklyn. I couldn’t be more proud. I did not grow up rich, wealthy, well off, etc. We lived on the fourth floor in a walk up yet I was happy. I still dream that I am running up those stairs, in those echoing halls and in those dreams, I can still sense the exact texture of life as though I was actually right there again.  I can still feel the exact feelings, smell the exact smells, see the sunshine in that exact angle as when I would have ice cream with my parents, brother and grandparents on the boardwalk in Coney Island. Life can take me to the farthest corners of the world, but in the end, I am merely and only a Brooklyn girl. And yet, at the same time, that already makes me feel like everything I hope to be. But Brooklyn could never contain me,my spirit belongs to the winds, to the Gods. It has been weathered and refined by the borough by the sea. You can take the girl out of Brooklyn, but you can never take………


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