This year marks the 40th anniversary of the infamous Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. For a family-friendly day filled with festive floats, marching bands and clowns, it is hard to beat. Here are some of my favorites memories of attending the event.
The first thing I did when I got home from work was to get a hold of my friend Linda and take her downtown. We sat in the middle of Times Square trying to decide where we were going to go. It was tough! Looking at all the massive fireworks, it was hard to figure out where to go! Finally, after much confusion, we decided to walk to the West End under the mistletoe.
As the parade wound down, it became increasingly dark. But, there was no need to worry because there were still tons of fireworks going off. I remember standing on the grass under the lights and looking up at the stars. When I looked down, I noticed how the path was still alive with people moving around. I also noticed how the sidewalks had streaks of twinkle lights running down them.
As the parade reached Central Park, the celebration became more festive. I remember standing under the rope of the glass pyramid at the corner of 47th Street. For a moment, I felt like I was part of history. The kids in front of me didn’t care about anything else, just that we were part of something bigger than ourselves.
I can remember seeing my best friend and her husband on the steps leading to the marble and granite path that leads up to the Seaport Village. It was hard not to feel like we had gotten lost in the past! Suddenly, two figures pushed past us and our excitement quickly turned to horror.
We watched in amazement as they disappeared down the steps. My friend and I instantly called out to the two young men, but the man quickly darted ahead and disappeared into the darkness. We were frantic to find out what had happened, but didn’t have much time. A police officer soon arrived and we were told that it was safe to come inside.
Suddenly, we were ushered into the hotel and asked to wait outside while the elevators began working. We exchanged excited words with the clerk who told us we were lucky – we wouldn’t have to use the bathroom for ages. We were soon ushered into a conference room where we were given a tour of the building. The view was spectacular!
Just then, the elevator began to rise and we were ushered into a lobby, which was dimly lit. We stood and looked out the window as the elevator gradually stopped. The moment the light appeared, a huge explosion occurred in the sky! It was a sonic boom, so loud I could hear it in my head for hours afterwards.
The entire day was a blur. As the sun rose over the horizon, we gathered our belongings and escaped. We drove home and we found a pad in the living room which had been ripped to shreds! Fortunately, someone had heard our story the night before and the next day called the police, which cleared up everything.