My Childhood Memory
I remember it like yesterday. We were all waiting patiently for my father to come home from the race track. He promised me and my sister that if he won, he would take us all to Rye Playland. The minutes felt like hours. It was the longest hour of my life. Then finally we heard the car door shut. Me and my sister ran to the front door anxiously waiting for the news. He opened the door and walked in. We tried to read the expression on his face but of course he was looking down while taking his sneakers off. The suspense was killing us. Then he looked up. No words were spoken between us and our father. He just gave us a blank stare. I didn't know what to think. I was scared to ask because I was so worried of the response. It was that moment when he said to us, "Well kids, pick out what your going to wear to Rye playland this weekend." Excitement just jumped through out my whole body. We both ran over and gave him the biggest hug and ran upstairs to pick out what we were going to bring with us. I was
We were okay with this because by this time we were exhausted ourselves. Then it all continued with bumper cars, ferris wheels, train rides, go-karts, and all the games you can think of. They acted like they didn't know what we were talking about, but we didn"tmt give them the chance to trick us. I jumped out of bed and ran into my sister's room. Even after all the fun and excitement we had it felt good to come home. We left an hour before the park closed because my parents wanted to beat traffic. I twas ironic because we spent so much time discussing what we were going to do and how much fun it was going to be, we never once played with the books and games we packed. Of course I was already awake for two hours before it actually went off, but I waited anyway. I was so relieved to see them already packing the car up with the cooler. I remember the main gate to the park looked like golden doors to an enchanted castle.