The ride was of course your typical tourist attraction, meaning it was mainly a boat filled with families and foreigners, and the quintessential tour guide spattering out his same old cheesy jokes. However, once we were out of the city and I had a chance to look back and marvel in the beauty that was Manhattan I was left speechless. If that wasn’t enough, only a few minutes later I turn and look the other way to see that I am looking face to face with Miss Lady Liberty in all of her glory. At first I completely forgot about all of the pictures I wanted to take of her. Instead I just stood there silently staring at her.
She is so magnificent and bold in the middle of the harbor — I can see why so many millions of people had found her welcoming after a long journey across the Atlantic Ocean. Sure she was a gift from France, but I can’t think of many more things that are a symbol of freedom in America in the way that she is. This country was founded by foreigners, and is continually inhabited by foreigners. Can you imagine being one of the immigrants sailing in from a foreign country in the early 20th Century and being welcomed by the sight of her? I can’t even begin to comprehend the thought of it.
At that moment, on the boat, in the harbor, in front of her, I felt so proud to be an American. That is a moment I will cherish with me for as long as I live.