Can you remember your first major trip? I have gone on many trips before, but my first major one was just over summer break. My family, my brother, my mom, my dad, and me were heading to Sin City: Las Vegas, Nevada. Before this I did not believe a whole city could be build on the principle of being a tourist trap, but I believe Las Vegas can pull it off very easily. From the way the city is set up to how the casinos and various other establishments run. Everything is set up to pull at the senses or your concentration from where it was or should be on. This city is geared towards turning a profit at the expense of the naive tourist.
             I got my first glimpse of Las Vegas through my window in the plane. In most spots it looked like a normal town, there were homes, business, and people doing what they had to that day. Then there were exceptions. In some spots it looks like huge hotel and casino have grown out the sandy soil like giants next to ants. In place of the two way streets their was a six lane road-the Strip. So we arrived in Vegas and made our way to the hotel, the Golden Nugget. It looked like a normal hotel except for the millions of lights on the on it, none of which were light up because it was only mid afternoon at the time. As we walked in I notice the reception room. It was totally covered in white and black flecked marble with golden chandeliers handing from a mirrored ceiling. The room was filled with many different sounds. The numerous voices of people checking in, the squeaking of luggage being pulled around, and more sound deeper into the hotel that I could not quite make out till we were heading to our rooms. As we turned a corner I looked over my shoulder and saw the origin of the sounds that now seemed to be livelier. It was the casino part of the hotel. The sounds that carried to us where the metallic sounds of slot machines, the clink of tokens or chips, and people screaming when the dice or...