Pony tails and Soffee shorts .
Singing “Opps I did it again”
At the top of our lungs.
Poor dad.
Freaking out when we can finally see the Farris wheel.
We’re so close the butterflies
In my stomach fluttered to my throat
About to bust out.
Park next to uncle Brain and aunt Jen.
Sprinting ahead.
Come on! Come on!
Impatiently waiting in line at the ticket booth.
Neon pink wrist band slapped on my arm.
Now a VIP.
Soar through the air.
Twirl around and around
Every ride is a rush.
Cheeks fall off from laughing so much.
Sticky, cotton stained fingers.
With dirty toes exposed through flip flops,
Wind crazy hair,
And tired legs
Our adventure has come to an end.
Ride home as the sun sets.
Such a perfect summer day.
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