Continued from earlier post.
As I mentioned, as a ten year old, I could navigate the London Underground with the best of ’em. But, we also enjoyed the red double-decker buses and I especially enjoyed hailing the taxis.
London in the summer. Sitting in the park eating a picnic lunch of raspberries and feeding the ducks on the pond. Visiting museums. Watching the Changing of the Guard. Getting ice cream from the street vendors. Touring the Tower of London. Seeing all of the sights. Taking photographs.
Best of all, though, were the musicals. I had been taking dance classes, but the best show I’d ever seen was nothing more than a dance recital. Hello, Andrew Lloyd Weber. Starlight Express, Cats, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat were my first musicals. I was hooked. It rocked my world.
I began realizing that there was more to this world than just what was in my backyard. There was history. There was culture. There were languages and accents. There were opportunities. There was so much to be learned and experienced. The world was so big.