When I was in elementary school I went on a really cool and unforgettable field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City for the first time. It was a fantastic time I wondered around the asian exhibits a great deal as well as through the galleries and it was simply amazing and a fantastic enchancement to the senses. Since then I had gone back also to see an exhibition that featured fine high fashion and couture from Versace as well as other notable fashion designers. Inside this building a lot of magical things have taken place and history upon history has also been made within its hollowed walls.
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I watched Magic Johnson eating popcorn
One time I went to a Nets basketball game when they were still in New Jersey and during the game i liked to watch the game as you do as well as watch celebrities who sit courtside. I saw Magic Johnson, legendary basketball player for the Lakers, and i watched him eating popcorn. He is so tall and lengthy I couldn't believe some people have to bend over and eat their popcorn as it sit on the floor, but not him just reach down reach up and after all of this time i can't believe that i am still talking about this but that is how it is. At the game that night he was dressed in his sunday best which was very nice beige dress pants and a very nice shirt. Not only is Magic Johnson famous and known for his prowess on the court as one of the legendary Los Angeles Lakers he is also a member of the famous and iconic basketball team comprised of other legends in the NBA such as himself which included Patrick Ewing and also Michael Jordan.
By Revista Miko:XCI Exclusive • 3 days ago
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