The first time I visited this amazing city, I will never forget. I was probably around 7 or 8 and my parents and I were on a west coast camping extravaganza for the summer. We were camped somewhere near the Redwood Forest and drove our camper truck into the city. I held on tight up in my bunk bed above the cab of the truck, laying on my stomach as I always did, watching out the large rectangular window as my dad carefully hugged the curvy road that would lead us there. As we came around the bend, there she was: The Golden Gate Bridge, in all her glory with the most amazingly scenic city shining behind her.