It was springtime, I was in the fifth grade, and I was departing for New York City on my class trip. I was thrilled to be with my favorite teacher and on a coach bus for the very first time. I had looked forward to this day since that chilly day in November when I brought home the permission slip and had it signed. Never once was I apprehensive about traveling alone to the city without my family. I was eager to sit with my friends, eat snacks and watch a movie, as the bus journeyed in the busy traffic to our destination. I had purchased a new outfit and I felt ready for the "Fashion C…
