Part 1 of Essay
It was a windy spring day in Chicago. I stood on the bridge of Michigan Avenue looking down the Chicago river. The river was choppy and crashed against the concrete walls. The water was powerful and swayed in a massive motion under the bridge and away from me cutting threw the city. There were tour boats docked on the ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... a middle aged man enchanted by the speed and power of the boat. There was a passenger at his side and his daughter directly behind him. I knew it was his daughter because she was hysterically crying, begging her father to slow down. The drama was quick and the speed boat continued to skip along the waves. I watched as there heads bounced to the rhythm of the river. The little girl in the back still crying and her father still willfully riding his enjoyment to the maximum. As a child growing up my parents tau ....