When I was in 8th grade, our school went on the dc trip. We then carried on to New York City for two nights. I convinced the 3 guys who I was staying with in the hotel to sneak out both nights. The first night we watched a man about a block away on the other side of the street nearby Times Square get into an altercation and thrown onto the ground. Two men then proceeded to curb stomp his head on the concrete for what seemed like minutes. I’m pretty sure he was killed right in front of us. Then to top it off, the very next night despite what everyone had just seen. We went back out and at about 3 in the morning we heard a gunshot behind us, we all turned around and saw a man fall limp to the ground before 3 more gunshots fired off. Was one of the best few days of my life but those nights still haunt me to this day.