There are a lot of firsts when you’re a teenager, some more formative than others. One such moment was when Patricia and I were presented with a grade eleven art trip to New York City... “Hey Mum and Dad, the school wants to fill a bus with teenagers, takes us all to NYC and set us free, can you sign the permission form, yep, just right there.” I have been back to New York many times since, and every time is as amazing as the next, but there’s something about discovering it for the first time. It’s pure magic. I think there’s something extra special about America to Canadians as well – part of my heart lives in California – and I admittedly follow American politics more than my own these days but, this was the nineties, 1995 to be exact, when things were seemingly easier because we were kids on the adventure of a lifetime, so let’s go back, shall we? Welcome to Grace and Patricia’s adventures of Canadian teenagers in NYC! Patricia and I were lucky in that many of ou...