Adventure of My Life | My Family Travels







For some odd reason, looking down from a rock wall toward the distant ground never had a negative effect on me.  I didn’t have a clue as to why I was indifferent to these heights, when I’m petrified of extreme elevation.  I only recently learned why from my adventure to Cedar Point.   I call it an adventure because that’s exactly what it was. 

I was hesitant about whether I should’ve gone.  My best friend Ginger had told me she invited her boyfriend David and I didn’t want to be a third wheel.   It was a church-related teen field trip, so four other girls, along with Ginger’s mom and brother Brandon, were accompanying us.

 Southgate, Michigan to Sandusky, Ohio is a two-hour drive.  I was left with Ginger’s family and David in the van. We were ten minutes away from the park, when Ginger’s mom Suzanne yelled with exasperation, “I forgot the tickets!” A collaboration of sighs swept the van, as we realized we would have to drive back. Luckily, there was a park across the street, where the eight of us could stay, while Suzanne voyaged home. All was going well, until we ate lunch. About fifteen other kids, around ten years old, were there to receive food. We noticed one boy was crying, while the others circled him. One of the girls asked if he was okay. They got defensive and accused us of calling them retarded. They threw food, crayons, and obscenities at us. We threatened to call the police and departed. We packed ourselves into the five-seated van and headed for a local CVS, until Suzanne returned.

When we arrived at the amusement park, the first ride our group wanted on was the Raptor, which I was against due to height. They assured me I’d be fine. Through deep breaths, I fought my fear and got on. I shut my eyes for the first drop and loved the rest. They also got me on the Magnum 2000.  I was right about not liking that one.  Our last ride before dinner was Snake River Falls, my favorite water ride. We were wet even after we returned back into the park.  Our hopes of drying failed because rain overcame us. We headed for the gift shops and rode the carousel, the only ride open, until we recognized the rain wasn’t stopping any time soon.

As we ventured out, we danced in the flooded parking lot.  Two minutes later, the tornado sirens blared and the rain fell down harder. Suzanne pulled into Castaway Bay resort. The place was beautiful and the employees were courteous for letting us wait out the storm in their lobby. It was ten, and another storm cell was coming, placing the warning in effect until midnight. We stayed at a budget hotel for the night, because the resort was expensive. The other girls didn’t bring any other clothes, so they slept in towels while we stayed up and put them in the dryer. It turned out, the dryer didn’t work.  We hung them along the shower and used the hair dryer on the wet items.

That ended our adventure and we will never forget that day. I learned patience and to stay positive no matter what captivated us. I was proud of myself that I faced my fears. Most importantly, I learned the reason why I’m not afraid of a rock wall is because I know the ropes will keep me safe, I’m in control of what stones I choose in my path, and like this trip, it can be unexpected, but worth it.

 

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