English 10 Cp
4 November 2009
The Theme Life
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. Not to mention the burning smell of chlorine. 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 reach “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. That was until I took my first summer trip to Six Flags.
I will constantly remember going to Six Flags Water Park, ever summer with my favorite family members since I was eight years old. This tradition still carries on today. The very first scorching morning of June my brother and I would hop in my Aunt’s tiny red car, and endure a slow boring travel of the continuous repeating of “Are we there yet?” to Columbia. It was forever my favorite memory imprinted in my small brain at the time. This so called expedition as I would call it was “The best part of summer”.
Getting away from demanding parents and the small town of Hannibal was every little kid’s dream. Living in Columbia for six weeks was my easy way out. Let’s just say it “took the cake”. The very best part was traveling to Six Flags. Many symbols of my favorite place will always share a spot in my memory, like the great green gates and uniformed employees ready to take tickets and stamp our sweaty eager hands. The splash of water on my face and slippery feel of slides was my favorite.
The water park 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. It was also...