For a child growing up in 1970\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s England, New York was a revelation. It was shiny, glamorous, attractively packaged.\u00c2\u00a0 And there was so much choice.\u00c2\u00a0 Take the cereal.\u00c2\u00a0 In London we had cornflakes, ginourmous boxes of weetabix from the cash and carry (actually the individually packaged biscuits were quite cool, but weetabix for months on end, not) or porridge with golden syrup as a very special treat.\u00c2\u00a0 Coco Pops were still a twinkle in a cereal designer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eye.<\/p>\n
On our first trip to New York, my brother and I were taken to the local \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmarket\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 D\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Agostino to choose our cereal.\u00c2\u00a0 They had Apple Jacks, Cap\u00e2\u20ac\u2122n Crunch, Lucky Charms.\u00c2\u00a0 The boxes were brightly coloured, with cartoon characters promising treats like bright green apple bits or pink and blue marshmallows.\u00c2\u00a0 They were intensely sweet, with flavours not available in nature.\u00c2\u00a0 It was mind blowing.<\/p>\n
Everything about New York seemed different.\u00c2\u00a0 In London, we lived in a terraced house, but in New York we stayed in an apartment, with a shiny, woodpanelled lift with buttons to press, a cosy Bounce-fragranced basement laundry room and a roof garden up in the clouds (well, the 17th floor) and the aptly named \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcwhite cloud\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 loo paper was soft and luxurious.\u00c2\u00a0 The cable television had a dizzying array of channels, some just for children, can you imagine that?\u00c2\u00a0 Forget Mr Ben after lunch followed by an afternoon of racing from Kempton.<\/p>\n
Outside people in glossy fur coats walked their tiny dogs on wide pavements, made for strolling.\u00c2\u00a0 The sirens weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a comforting nee naw, nee naw like at home, they sounded more urgent, scarier, as if they were rushing to a real disaster, not to rescue a cat up a tree.\u00c2\u00a0 Even the weather was dramatic.\u00c2\u00a0 In London we mostly had a little bit cold or a little bit warm, with rain every so often.\u00c2\u00a0 In New York you had t-shirt weather one day and a thrilling foot of snow the next.<\/p>\n
All cities have a unique smell, and New York was no different, with carts vending \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfranks\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and pretzels,\u00c2\u00a0 airconditioning and heating units blasting out alternate gusts of cold and hot air with a strange chemical odour, cinnamon flavoured everything, squishy leather seats in the yellow taxis, and the seductive sweet, chocolatey smell wafting out of David\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Cookies.\u00c2\u00a0 A whole shop that just sold cookies.<\/p>\n
The New York of my childhood no longer exists and if it did, the gloss would be a little tarnished.\u00c2\u00a0 These days I eat real apples for my breakfast, not apple flavour crunchy bits, and those fur coats, which seemed so glamorous to an impressionable nine year old, are less than appealing.<\/p>\n
But I still wish I could go back.<\/p>\n