So after much thought I would have to say My happiest place in New York City is …

the # 2 school . I know that’s a weird name for a school but that’s the name of it . I didnt actually go to the school but my parents , aunts and uncles would take my cousins and I there to play in the playground that was there . Its my happy place because of the memories that I have of the playground . The memories of my family , sometimes I would look at the pictures and see my brother and I sitting on the slides holding hands smiling for the camera . Every time I think about the school it brings all that back in my mind and I cant help but smile because there years I cant ever go back to but their years I will always cherish forever .