By: Haley Wulff

The sun shone on a warm spring morning

As the sun began to rise,

The light reflected onto the tall, giant

humongous pieces of metal

Screams of anxious children filled

the funnel-cake scented air

Lines to reach the monstrous giants

whirled around, and passed the already laid ropes

It’s been hours

surrounded by hungry, cranky, tired, adventures

Soon it was my turn to step in and face the beast

“click, click, click”

I was locked in

and I went woosh down the first steep hill