My brother Christian picked me up so we can hang and do nothing together, since we were stuck doing nothing at home alone. He took me to Randall’s Island, which I can badly say as a New Yorker I have never been. Shame on me. I t was so pretty. there was a large and beautiful fútbol field, which was packed by so many people playing!
Kiki (my childhood nickname for my brother) was going crazy doing flips, and we even raced… Apparently if I lost had to walk all the way home… wel, ha!
I lost…sadly.. but I still got my ride back, so booyah!