Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?
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I used to think I loved riding the subway in New York. It was always so exciting to go up and down Manhattan and walking along with everyone else along the tunnels and passageways connecting one station to another.
People used to think I was crazy to look forward to riding the subway, but that was only because they had to go to work while I was always on vacation. I could go down to South Street Seaport and make my way all the way up to the Cloisters anytime I wanted. In between I could stop by to see the mummies at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or spend a day looking at newspaper microfiche files at the New York Public Library. It was all a grand adventure to me – only as long as I stayed in the island.
Then one day, I experienced the dreaded rush hour. Not within Manhattan, which can be bad by itself, but on my way to visit my mother – who lived in Queens.
And as I stood along with everyone else in this crowded R train, I realized that I never missed my car – all the way in Southern California – as much as I did then.