Tarah's+Cazy+Cries

It was the summer time and we were heading off to Six Flags for the first time. I was told that Six Flags is really fun and has a lot of awesome rides. I was like a heart jumping out of someone's chest when I heard that news. The ride was long. It was a trip to Canada by car, or at least that's what it felt like. And in the car, my brother was a motor mouth who didn't know how to be quiet for five minutes. Finally, we reached Six Flags and I was excited than ever. Considering that this was my first time going to Six Flags, I was like a person being forced to walk the plank on a pirate ship. All of these weird emotions are mixing together making me feel even more nervous. But I got over my anxiety really quickly because I knew there was a first time for everything. But it turns out that I had a great time. Going to Six Flags was like spending a night at the mall, even though my throat was sore from riding the Goliath and screaming my head off. I can even hear everyone else screaming too from the rides that slowly brings you up but shoots you down to the ground. After all of the rides were over, we decided to get something to eat. I can already smell the fresh aroma of the hot dogs calling my name. My feet felt like they were slowly lifting up and drifting me towards the hot dog stand. Unfortanatly we went to a resturaunt instaed. I was a little dissaopinted but the chicken was calling my name too. I can smell the fresh drinks they were searving. I can hear the dishes clattering in the background. I can feel the softness of the cusion on my seat. But the best part was when I tasted the wonderful fried chicken that I ordered.