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When I was very young, my grandfather treated my family a several day trip to a theme park. It was obviously a blast for little me, but there was one ride that I was a few inches too short for. Bummed me out. The next morning as we were getting ready for another day, my mom called me over, took my shoes, and started stuffing them with tissues, determined to get me those extra inches. Not too long after, we went on that ride not once, but twice! It was a blast.
I doubt I'd face the same issues nowadays, so probably not much chance reliving it, hah.
Bruh, you reminded me of the opposite situation. When my family were new immigrants in NYC, the money situation was a bit of a struggle, so my mother often tell me to just pretend to be younger, avoid the MTA employee stationed on that stop, and just go through the turnstiles with her, as on, on one fare, which was allowed for uo to like 2 children accompanying an adult. But...
Eventually I got too old, but my mother keeps insisting. I felt so embarassed lmfao. I was like idk 11/12 years old, and I was growing taller. And also, my mother would pass the monthly pass through like the fence thing to my father, who then just waited 20 minutes and can swipe the card again (because they prevent double swiping in quick succession), I think it was against policy to give it to another person, but like... lmao. Personally, as a child, I was always taught to be obedient and obey laws/rules. but then this happens, so I feel so uneasy, lmao, I felt like cops were gonna show up and we'd get in trouble.
But I eventually got so big, I convinced my mom to just get me a separate fard card loaded with a small amounts of money (deducting money instead of being a monthy pass). (Just googled the site, apparantly it's done by height not age, so I think that was always the case even back then)
So yea, that was NYC. Damn I think I spend so much time on the subways I have so much memories of it. It's like a big section of those years, much more memorable than car rides when nothing notable happens. I always get so bored on those subways. I had no phone, smartphone didn't even exist. I'd just stare out the windows and see things. Mind wandering through thoughts. Pretending there's a monster in the tunnels. And the Manhattan Bridge. Can't even call in the tunnels, so my dad or mom (whoever was with me at the time) would make a phone call to someone else, either the other parent, or my older brother who already got a cellphone (a verizon flip phone). Bruh I didn't get one till much older after the Smartphone revolution already begun.
Damn, those were nostalgic. NYC was nostalgic. But I kinda hate it there. Trying to find a bathroom was a bitch, Manhattan doesn't allow non-customers to use their store bathrooms, so I hate those storeowners. I remember my mom asking a fellow Chinese Immigrant who ran the store, to use their bathroom, they fucking refused, even though my mom already said she was already planning to buy something there anyways.
I just got so pissed at this transactional type of mindset, I fucking ran off to get my mom to stop spending money there.
I kinda disliked Manhattan ngl, even Chinatown, not Chinatown itself, but these fucking evil storeowners who wouldn't let a little kid use their bathroom. Also MTA subway stations had NASTY bathrooms, oh lord.
But anyways, NYC, subways, I was basically always just observing the environment. No entertainment to stop the boredom. Except sometimes I ask my dad for the flip phone to play with like the few games that it does have. Snake? Tetris? Forgot... I remember one of the later feature-phones having an UNO game.
Oh wow I rambled so much now its a wall of text. It's amazing how much memories got associated with just thinking about NYC Subway.