Dad said the big smoke was about tall buildings, lights and lots of people and cars.
He was right.
I felt overwhelmed. I wanted to get back to our hotel and hide.
The noise was deafening, I could hardly hear dad telling me what I was looking at.
We’d only been there an hour, and already I was wanting to go home.
Then he turned into Timezone, and everything changed. There were slot machines and games, wall to wall.
I was happy tolerating the noise and whatever just to indulge myself in what appeared to be a version of heaven.