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I've been in Washington, DC for the past few days. I grew up there and was, until the age of 24, a pedestrian and public transportation kinda girl.
I was with my two daughters, ages 8 and 4, and realized they'd never been on a city bus. The girls held each other and squealed with delight through the rolling and swaying, while I endured looks from the other passengers that could only translate as "Lady, you should get out more."
Then we took the subway train. They loved that too, but it was on the escalator at the Rosslyn station that I realized that my girls are a mite sheltered. The four year old was transfixed by a line of U.S. Air Force soldiers, in fatigues, traipsing up the stairs beside us. After they'd passed, she turned to me with shining eyes and a smile of wonder. "Look Mama! Boys who match!"
I was with my two daughters, ages 8 and 4, and realized they'd never been on a city bus. The girls held each other and squealed with delight through the rolling and swaying, while I endured looks from the other passengers that could only translate as "Lady, you should get out more."
Then we took the subway train. They loved that too, but it was on the escalator at the Rosslyn station that I realized that my girls are a mite sheltered. The four year old was transfixed by a line of U.S. Air Force soldiers, in fatigues, traipsing up the stairs beside us. After they'd passed, she turned to me with shining eyes and a smile of wonder. "Look Mama! Boys who match!"