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When I was 15, I thought I had the most mundane life imaginable. Stuck in the boring, outer borough of Queens, when I longed to be in Manhattan, I wondered if I’d ever find a path to creativity. What I didn’t appreciate at the time was my Mom’s commitment to acquaint her children with the cultural bonanza of New York City, even if it was a bus and train ride away. Our family outings included theater, museums and the symphony. Thanks to her influence, I’ve managed to construct a life with outlets for creative expression. How do you express yourself?
Spot by Jean Jullien and Anaick Moriceau [1]