Big Brother is Always Watching
Whenever a person discusses summer time, I automatically imagine the feeling of the warm sunshine reflecting off my face, and the splash of cool pool water. The memory of being rushed down endless tunnels and swerves on what seems like an endless rollercoaster ride comes to mind. Until I reached the age of eight, I never fully understood why my big brother loved roller coasters or the scary, chilled feeling a person gets as they reached “the top” and then take the sky high drop down a steel base. I was always terrified, but at the same time curious, as to what his fascination was about.
I will always remember going to Six-Flags-Astro-World every summer with my family members since I was six years old. On the very first morning of June, my brother and I would hop into my aunt’s tiny red car and endure a slow boring travel of the continuous repeating of “99 bars of chocolate on the wall” up to the moment we walked through the gate. It was forever my favorite memory imprinted in my miniscule brain at the time. For me, this pent up anticipation would always be the best part of summer. Every once in a while I’d ask my aunt, “Are we there yet”? To which she would logically reply, “Do you see any roller coasters”?
When we finally arrived we had to stand in line for a considerable amount of time, considering it was a Saturday in the middle of July. After entering we immediately went to the water park to cool off, and it was amazing. I was ready to get whisked away and wet and wild. The six story slides had me yelling for dear life as the bright yellow raft took many turns and swerves, for it made me wish the most of my worries was to get sun burnt.
The childhood adventures of my life took place on the busy, crowded sizzling hot concrete walkways of this popular theme park. After many tiring activities like running and swimming all day, I will admit I became exhausted but I felt like nothing could stop me. The...