Being a child in a big city was such an amazing experience. There was always something to do. The world was busy and loud and it positively vibrated with energy. I grew up with festivals, music and crowds. My city was rich with history. There were ancient trees. The streets were lined with Victorian and Gothic homes, complete with ghosts and legends. I was a child full of dreams, and the air pulsed with magic. I was lucky; my city was New Orleans.