When I look at Asbury Park, I see the beautiful tourist attraction it once was. I've seen so many pictures of Asbury in the 1930's-1960's and it is really a beautiful city. On the boardwalk there used to be a sky ride that took you from one end of the boardwalk to the other. Another thing I think is probably the most distinct feature of Asbury is the old Palace. When I sit in front of the Palace in my parent's car I sit there and stare in amazement at the greenish teal pant still chipping off of the building, and what's left of the old neon sign that outlined Tillie's face. It almost seems like something from a horror movie. It looks like such an eerie place, like on a damp foggy night you could hear the carousel's music again. When I walk on the boardwalk, I think of it as the "new" boardwalk; when everyone else thinks of it as the "old" boardwalk. The reason I say the "new" boardwalk is because the  old boardwalk used to have rides and entertainment. The new one looks desolate and abandoned.

       This is how I, a 13 year old, that lives within three to five miles from Asbury thinks about this beautiful yet abandoned city.