8:00 a.m.I watch the millions of people run around New YorkCity. Probably many of them are coming to see me!Thousands of people visit me every single day. Afterall, I am the Statue of Liberty. My home is in south-ern Manhattan on Liberty Island. This has been myhome for a while, but before I came here I lived inFrance. I was a gift from France. They thought thatthey should give a gift to the Americans as a symbolof friendship and American Independence. I was ac-tually built in France as well, but I was taken apart(that hurt a bit), packed in 214 cases, and shippedto New York!
8:45 a.m.Here come the custodians. They clean up LibertyIsland and all around the base, which I stand upon.And there are the food venders. They always ar-rive before opening times. They open their shopsand get ready for another big day. The food peo-ple serve hotdogs, hamburgers, ice cream andmany other foods.
9:30 a.m.The tourists are coming! They left New York Cityat Battery Park and are now on the ferry. Theylook extremely excited. This is the first of manyferries of the day. Many people are here to justwalk around Liberty Island and stare up at me, butonly a few are going to go inside of me. The num-ber of these people is very limited. Only about 240out of thousands are allowed each day.
9:50 a.m.Many camera flashes are going off! It is so bright!I feel like I’m a movie star! However, I have not al-ways been open to the public. After the terroristattack at the World Trade Center, they closed Lib-erty Island. Then, a number of years later, I wasreopened to the public! That was a relief; I startedto get bored!
10:30 a.m.Some people are starting to go inside of me. These peo-ple made reservations up to six months in advance.They climb single file up all of my 142 steps. When theyclimb, it kind of tickles! The metal steps are very nar-row, steep, and are spiral. The people who are allowed inme can go up to my crown. In my crown, there is an ob-servation deck. They can stick their heads out of mycrown windows and look down at the tiny people. Mycrown has seven spikes. Each spike represents free-dom’s light shining on the all seven continents and seas.One person said that she was really hot in me. It is be-cause I am 151 feet high, and on summer days, it getswell over 100 degrees. With my base, I am 302 feethigh.
11:13 a.m.The group is starting to go back down my 142steps. On the way down, the tour guide talksabout me. The facts are getting really annoying.Let me put it this way, I hear the same factsmore than 1,000 times a day on Liberty Island!She says that I am made out of thin sheets ofpounded copper. I am composed of more than 300copper sheets and sections 3/32 of an inch thick.Also, I am supported by an iron framework. Ithink you understand...
11:30 a.m.The first group’s ferry is leaving and the next groupto visit Liberty Island arrives. Tourists from aroundthe world are taking pictures of me; the flashes hurtmy eyes! On Liberty Island, the tour guides tell thepeople about me. They talk about my history. Theysay that I was completed in 1886. My left hand holdsa tablet with the date July 4, 1776, which repre-sents the Declaration of Independence. The brokenchain near my feet symbolizes the victory of libertyover tyranny. Also, I was made a national monumentin 1924.
2:00 p.m.Many groups have came and gone throughout theday. But I am still not done for today. The lastferry leaves Liberty Island at 3:30, which meansI have one hour and a half left. A family is in meright now. The tour guide says that I weigh450,000 pounds. Yes, I am a big lady, but peoplestill love me! These tourists, like many others,waited in line for the ferry trip to see me forover 90 minutes!
3:30 p.m.The last ferry leaves for the day. I smile at myvisitors as they ride on the ferry back to New YorkCity. Now the food sellers pack up their stands andthe custodians clean. Then they go on their boatsand head home for the day.
8:00 p.m.I’m alone on my island. It is kind of peaceful now,but sometimes I get bored. I think about howlucky I am to attract more than two million visi-tors a year. Good night, New York.
Venders: a person who sell somethingLimited: confined within limits; re-strictedReservations:Observation DeckMonumentAttract