Hi all! We’ve just received a great story from someone about falling in love with the simplicity and old town charm of Boston. Check it out:
“When I was 13 years old, I went on a trip to Boston with my friend Laura and her mom. Laura’s grandmother lived in Boston, so they were both used to being there. I, on the other hand, had never been before. I remember the drive from PA to Boston—felt like it took forever. Once we got to Laura’s Nana’s (that’s what we called her grandmother) house, I fell in love with Boston and the almost old town feel. It was very different from what I was used to in PA. See, the only city I had been to before was Philadelphia.
We stayed at her Nana’s older style Victorian house for two nights. Laura and I spent most of the days and nights with her family. Laura’s mom, Maureen, also took us to the little corner store down the street where they actually still sold penny candy. Though this was over 15 years ago, so who knows if they still have penny candy.
About two blocks away from her Nana’s house, trains ran. The second day we were there we laid pennies on the train tracks, and the next day we went back to find them. It was really neat how the train smashed them down, completely flattening them. We found almost all of them if I remember correctly. I still have a few of them in a keepsake jar. That time I spent with Laura and her family in Boston, MA was one of the best memories of my youth. Boston is a part of my heart now, that no one will ever be able to take away.”