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Well, this weekend was really quite different then any other one I have had in my err...almost 16 years of existence on this planet. It was different, and I'm happy it was. I didn't do what most kids do on Halloween; meaning I didn't dress up (although I did have a chicken costume ready.) or get candy from the neighbors. No, something else happened, although in my book it's tons better then any of the above.
Last week started out easy enough. I went to school and missed the day on Wednesday due to a fever. Pretty cool, and I really didn't have anything planned for the upcoming weekend. I knew my younger brother would probably invite friends and what not, so I tried to prepare an SD card with Brawl+ and cool songs because they'd want to play Smash. As I was getting around to that, I get a phone call from a friend, and he offers me a chance to go with him and his family to Cedar Point (amusement park) for the weekend with him.
Now, I'm scared ****less of roller coasters at this point. I've never tried them, but oh man are they scary looking. I promise him that I'll ride any and all of the rides available to us.
So, I await the end of the weekend excited. It'll be great, his family is really cool and I'd gone camping with them before (although they have one of those fancy campers, so it's more like going to live somewhere else for a few days...) and we had a blast. So, we iron out the few things that aren't clear and on Friday we leave school early to drive to Cedar Point. We have to pick up my friend's sister, and she brought one of her friends along too. So we pack ourselves into the car, and start the 2 and 1/2 hour trip to Ohio, or wherever Cedar Point is. My sense of direction sucks. And yeah, here in Michigan we measure distance in hours. The entire time I'm pestered by the two girls (ugh) and the hype for the afternoon is really high.
I'll throw in this fun fact; you know you're getting out of the county I live in when you start seeing black people. That is in no way intended to be racist, it's true. Here it's really rare to see other things besides Carhartt-clad guys. So yeah, I make a mental note that we're pretty far away from home. 1 hour to be exact.
So soon enough we get to the park, we park the car, and meet my friend's dad who had been there for a while, judging by the 2 empty beers in the emptys bag. We get a few things sorted out and walk to the park before it even opens. This whole time, I realize I'm going to get on my first roller coaster ever, although I really don't want to acknowledge it. So we give the people our tickets, wait 1 minute, and walk in the park. We quickly decide to go on the Maverick first. It's CRAZY. The standard climb, and then you fall down in an angle smaller then 90 degrees. I think. I don't remember. I'm thinking "What the heck am I doing." We get in the line (which was like 5 people long) and we get into our car. I really don't know what to expect, I was scared though. So the car starts going and I slam my eyes shut, and grip the little germ infested bar in front of me. We start climbing...and climbing. I hate when you get to the top, everything stops for a whole second and you don't want to look down at all. So we're up there, my friend laughing (he loves these things) and we start going down. The feeling in my stomach is insane, it literally forces you to yell, scream, swear. So we go down this thing, and even though it lasts a few minutes, it's over sooner then I knew it. I open my eyes once we're completely stopped, my hair swept back and hands stuck in the form they were when I was grabbing the bar.
We then went to the next one, Millenium Force or whatever. I died, but we rode that two times in a row. We then went on more, and more coasters. Some were scary, some were just flat out painful on your neck (**** wooden coasters) and some were nice. I closed my eyes for every single one. Yeah.
We went back to the camper to pick up my friend's mom for the "scary" events of the night. We went to like 6 of the haunted things, all pretty neat, but not really scary.
Then we went to bed.
Next day it was pretty much the same ritual, only we did some rides I had refused to do (Meanstreak, Witches Wheel) as well as some we wanted to do and hadn't got to do the day before. I opened my eyes for some, and I was starting to LIKE the dropping feeling. After a while you just want more. By the end of the day I did rides excited and really got the fun out of them, it was pretty cool.
So then we return to the camper at like 10PM, and we play a game of cards with my friend's dad while his mom watches CSI. We pause the game so my friend can go to the bathroom, and while this happens, CSI somehow switches to a pr0n scene in which two lesbians pleasure each other. We laugh, the mom screams, it was hilarious. It was, "The best episode of CSI I have ever seen." according to my friend's dad.
So we go home, and now I'm here, sad.
I realize how cool of a family my friend has. I realize how my family isn't. I start to realize I'm jealous. They're financially better off. They're not divorced. They don't fight, swear, and tell their own family members to go **** themselves. Never have I heard them insult their children in front of me. My parents do. The parents don't fight, and neither do the children. You can tell they all care for each other, watch TV together, they're the perfect American family.
I realize I'm lucky to have a friend like him, but yet I shrug my friends off like they don't matter. I realize I want to break the mold and be different then my brothers, my mom, my dad. I want to be like them, I don't want to fail in things my parents have. I want to be better then my family.
I'm glad I decided to go. And I realize the end of this was really emo and attention-***** like. Dang.
Well, this weekend was really quite different then any other one I have had in my err...almost 16 years of existence on this planet. It was different, and I'm happy it was. I didn't do what most kids do on Halloween; meaning I didn't dress up (although I did have a chicken costume ready.) or get candy from the neighbors. No, something else happened, although in my book it's tons better then any of the above.
Last week started out easy enough. I went to school and missed the day on Wednesday due to a fever. Pretty cool, and I really didn't have anything planned for the upcoming weekend. I knew my younger brother would probably invite friends and what not, so I tried to prepare an SD card with Brawl+ and cool songs because they'd want to play Smash. As I was getting around to that, I get a phone call from a friend, and he offers me a chance to go with him and his family to Cedar Point (amusement park) for the weekend with him.
Now, I'm scared ****less of roller coasters at this point. I've never tried them, but oh man are they scary looking. I promise him that I'll ride any and all of the rides available to us.
So, I await the end of the weekend excited. It'll be great, his family is really cool and I'd gone camping with them before (although they have one of those fancy campers, so it's more like going to live somewhere else for a few days...) and we had a blast. So, we iron out the few things that aren't clear and on Friday we leave school early to drive to Cedar Point. We have to pick up my friend's sister, and she brought one of her friends along too. So we pack ourselves into the car, and start the 2 and 1/2 hour trip to Ohio, or wherever Cedar Point is. My sense of direction sucks. And yeah, here in Michigan we measure distance in hours. The entire time I'm pestered by the two girls (ugh) and the hype for the afternoon is really high.
I'll throw in this fun fact; you know you're getting out of the county I live in when you start seeing black people. That is in no way intended to be racist, it's true. Here it's really rare to see other things besides Carhartt-clad guys. So yeah, I make a mental note that we're pretty far away from home. 1 hour to be exact.
So soon enough we get to the park, we park the car, and meet my friend's dad who had been there for a while, judging by the 2 empty beers in the emptys bag. We get a few things sorted out and walk to the park before it even opens. This whole time, I realize I'm going to get on my first roller coaster ever, although I really don't want to acknowledge it. So we give the people our tickets, wait 1 minute, and walk in the park. We quickly decide to go on the Maverick first. It's CRAZY. The standard climb, and then you fall down in an angle smaller then 90 degrees. I think. I don't remember. I'm thinking "What the heck am I doing." We get in the line (which was like 5 people long) and we get into our car. I really don't know what to expect, I was scared though. So the car starts going and I slam my eyes shut, and grip the little germ infested bar in front of me. We start climbing...and climbing. I hate when you get to the top, everything stops for a whole second and you don't want to look down at all. So we're up there, my friend laughing (he loves these things) and we start going down. The feeling in my stomach is insane, it literally forces you to yell, scream, swear. So we go down this thing, and even though it lasts a few minutes, it's over sooner then I knew it. I open my eyes once we're completely stopped, my hair swept back and hands stuck in the form they were when I was grabbing the bar.
We then went to the next one, Millenium Force or whatever. I died, but we rode that two times in a row. We then went on more, and more coasters. Some were scary, some were just flat out painful on your neck (**** wooden coasters) and some were nice. I closed my eyes for every single one. Yeah.
We went back to the camper to pick up my friend's mom for the "scary" events of the night. We went to like 6 of the haunted things, all pretty neat, but not really scary.
Then we went to bed.
Next day it was pretty much the same ritual, only we did some rides I had refused to do (Meanstreak, Witches Wheel) as well as some we wanted to do and hadn't got to do the day before. I opened my eyes for some, and I was starting to LIKE the dropping feeling. After a while you just want more. By the end of the day I did rides excited and really got the fun out of them, it was pretty cool.
So then we return to the camper at like 10PM, and we play a game of cards with my friend's dad while his mom watches CSI. We pause the game so my friend can go to the bathroom, and while this happens, CSI somehow switches to a pr0n scene in which two lesbians pleasure each other. We laugh, the mom screams, it was hilarious. It was, "The best episode of CSI I have ever seen." according to my friend's dad.
So we go home, and now I'm here, sad.
I realize how cool of a family my friend has. I realize how my family isn't. I start to realize I'm jealous. They're financially better off. They're not divorced. They don't fight, swear, and tell their own family members to go **** themselves. Never have I heard them insult their children in front of me. My parents do. The parents don't fight, and neither do the children. You can tell they all care for each other, watch TV together, they're the perfect American family.
I realize I'm lucky to have a friend like him, but yet I shrug my friends off like they don't matter. I realize I want to break the mold and be different then my brothers, my mom, my dad. I want to be like them, I don't want to fail in things my parents have. I want to be better then my family.
I'm glad I decided to go. And I realize the end of this was really emo and attention-***** like. Dang.
