Memories
I would like to say it was the summer before my 8th grade year. We go on vacation every year to the smokie mountains. Its not that bad, its what my parents use to choose. My dad loved to go through this place called cads cove. He liked it alot up there. Looked forward to it. Anyways, we would go to dollywood everytime we went up there. And they had added a new rollercoaster a year before. Which I wouldnt ride because I didnt think I liked them. Well, we go, and i guess you could say this was the 1st ever roller coaster I had ridden in. My bro J talked me into it. And guess who was sitting beside me on it? Him? Nah, it was my dad... I was kind of scared. Wasnt sure if I would like it or not. When going up... I remember telling my dad. Dont get mad if i let a word slip. And he said to me... I dont care if you say crap, crud, poo, you might even say sh#$. But i dont care what you say, Just enjoy it.
That was the day that I started to love rollercoasters... The only day I ever rode one with my dad...
The next year he rode it once, but it kind of hurt his back... and i sat by my bro J.
The year after that... he didnt want to ride it because i dont think he remembered it... And he hasnt since...
I remembered that whole thing as I was talking to someone... Telling them how Tuesday was probably only the 2nd time I had ever cussed infront of my dad.
That was the day that I started to love rollercoasters... The only day I ever rode one with my dad...
The next year he rode it once, but it kind of hurt his back... and i sat by my bro J.
The year after that... he didnt want to ride it because i dont think he remembered it... And he hasnt since...
I remembered that whole thing as I was talking to someone... Telling them how Tuesday was probably only the 2nd time I had ever cussed infront of my dad.