Around Chicago

Chicago is a beautiful city. One day, my friend and I decided to take a trip around the city to explore and capture pictures as we went along. Our first major stop was a bank next to a bicycle shop with train tracks on top of it. It was summer at the time, and I felt the sticky humidity on my skin. I was sweating like crazy. I took a picture of the train tracks, observing that the wood that had led trains throughout the city had many cracks and impressions in it. Out of the blue, a train came by. I clearly remember the word that went across it: Pacific. All of a sudden I saw my friend drop his bike and begin to walk towards the train.

“Dare me to jump on?” he said with the sound of ambition in his voice.

“Do you have a death wish?” I questioned him.

In the end, he did get on the train. I thought he was absolutely insane, but then the train stopped and we saw the conductor come out.

“Run!” my friend said loudly.

I grabbed my bike and ran down the bank, almost hitting two people on the way down. Entering the street I saw a sixteen-wheeler and I pulled up right next to it. My body was pumping with adrenaline. I saw my friend pull up right next to me.

“We made it,” my friend said.

“You’re absolutely insane,” I said, laughing, to my friend.

After the incident with the train, we decided to make a trip downtown just for fun. We traveled across the city seeing the different sights, such as a beautiful church called St. Ignatius and the Sears Tower (only real Chicagoans call it the Sears Tower still), till we hit a spot along the lake downtown where we chilled after. The blue shimmering water looked so tempting to just jump into.

I reflected on my life and how I was so young and free-spirited. I could do whatever I wanted. Then I thought about Chicago as a whole city and the many problems that it faces. As we rode our bikes back to our tiny neighborhood of Pilsen, I looked around the city to see things such as homeless people, poverty, and violence. I remembered how good my life actually is, how tiny my problems are compared to others.

I have a loving family who loves and supports me, unlike the homeless. They have to depend on themselves to find their next meal and shelter to live in, and they have to figure out how they will make it out of this mess. Chicago has a lot of problems, I thought to myself. I know the future generations will help Chicago become a better place.

From the 826CHI Student Publication: I Remember... Eyebrows On Fleek

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