I'm holding tight to the cold metal bar of this roller coaster driven by
teen angst and agony. Even at a carnival, scary roller coasters are not my
thing. The Runaway Train at Six Flags is more my speed--thrilling but not
terrifying. I once screamed on the baby coaster at The Land of Make Believe
with Fig. I'm holding tight with two hands, gripping the lap bar for dear
life. If it pops up, I'll fall off and die. Question is, where is the teen?
Is she on the ride too? I don't see her in the cars. I think she's at the
controls. Creepy, I know.
For all it's worth, TCOY
For all it's worth, TCOY
- Boot camp in the dome.
- Nap.
- Made a salad.
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Perfect image. Like Space Mountain, in the dark, can't even see which way the next curve is. And the worst thing is, if the teen isn't at the controls, who is? Sure isn't me?
ReplyDeletehang on, mama, hang tight.
ReplyDeletethank you Kim and Nan. dark times again. love alice sending good karma to you both
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