Why is the world getting hotter? “Why can’t it just remain the same temperature”? I asked myself as I dangled my entired head out of the car window. I always loved the way the wind made my cheeks flap going seventy on the highway. Keeping my head out of the sweatbox we were driving in was keeping me cool enough. I still was anticipating the thrill of a new city, sweat covered or not.
We had been driving for what seemed like days, waking up at six the morning. An entire twelve hours had passed and we were still driving. My only sanctuary that kept me sane was my brother in the back seat with me.
After a few rants about driving and a backseat car wrestling match, I finally got to see what I had been waiting for. Possibly the most famous sign in the history of the United States. It had one simple welcome, a million words hidden beneath that welcome.
“Welcome Indeed.” I said aloud.
The desert surrounding Las Vegas surely wasn’t splendid, but every single colored light that we passed burned permanently into my memories. It is surely a sight you have to witness at night.
We came to visit my Aunt whom I hadn’t seen for a couple years, but selfishly I wanted to drown myself in the life of the city, not coming up for anything else. But I was only thirteen years old and my parents wouldn’t let me stray two feet away. It was close to ruining my trip but I got to witness my first laser light show in the street with hundreds of people surrounding me. It was something everyone has to witness to truely grasp the unrealism of it.
My family staggered back to the the Lady Luck Hotel tired and worn down. But it was a satisfying ache, the one you can only get from a full day of exploring. I collapsed on the hotel bed, the sheets were stale and clean but they were comfortable enough to sleep on. I would have probably slept of the floor anyway. My dreams were only of flashing vibrant lights for the next two nights we spent in Las Vegas. I still have these dreams occasionally but the lights aren’t so bright anymore.
I forced myself into the car for the ride home, frusterated that we couldn’t stay longer. We said our goodbye’s to my aunt who happily waved us off. I would have been tired to showing a city like that to tourists. I slept heavily on the way home, my face sticking to the window of the car, dreaming one last time of the bright lights. I waved good-bye to them in my dreams, wishing to some day to be fixated on them once again.
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