When my mother told me that she was taking me on a trip to London, I thought that she was just kidding with me. Come to find out that my father was being transferred by his job, and she was going there to look for Houses for rent in Hampstead. She waited until we got there to tell me the real reason we were there. She wanted me to go along to see how beautiful it was, so that I would want to go along with them. Her ploy worked exactly like she had planned, because I definitely wanted to go back.
