There was something magical about theme parks. The way you’d feel giddy whenever you visited them, no matter how old you were. The smell of fries, sunscreen and nappies, the screams and laughs everywhere, the grandparents and children with sticky fingers, foreign tourists and groups of teenagers, parents with homemade lunch and maps of the park in front of their faces.
It started with the entrance. The big, pointy roof could be seen from miles away, and it gave you this sense of excitement, the feeling that you were in for a great day. As you stood in the que, you’d look up, and see all sorts of birds nestling under the rooftop. There would be no litter on the ground, and the soft music played already set the mood. As you made your way into the park, there would be the big discussion. No matter how often you’d been here; it would always be the same: where to go first? To the rollercoasters, hoping to escape the long ques early in the morning? To the water slides, so you had all day for your clothes to dry? Or start with the most boring things? Today, it was decided that you would all take the prescribed route. You started with a walk through the fairy tale forest, reliving your childhood dreams of becoming Cinderella. You smiled at the children who shuddered at the wolf hunting the little goats, pointedly not remembering how you used to be the same. It was past noon when you arrived at the action heavy side of the park, that featured several rollercoasters. You weren’t a big fan of them usually; you had a fear of heights. But you didn’t want to be the odd one out, so usually you would go along with your friends. Thus, you’d already seen most of the rollercoasters here. The first one was a haunted rollercoaster, based on an old folk tale. It was scary as hell the first time, but after that not so much. The second one was your favourite; it had no scary elements, it was just the fastest one of them all. Two trains would race each other on a wooden track, and you loved it. The feeling of the wind through your hair, the slightly off feeling in your stomach, the ridiculous photo’s at the end of the ride. The third one used to be the worst; with a double looping, a double corkscrew and a dazzling view. You could handle it; if you didn’t look down. But recently, a new one had been opened. Even higher than the first, it went up for over 20 meters, only to fall straight down, into the ground. The sight of it alone pulled the colour from your cheeks. But your friends were persistent, so you went with them, in the long que for your nightmare. You never once backed out, not even when a large sign said This is your last chance. You went along, stepped into the train and gave the cheerful employee a watery smile. You didn’t look down until you had no other choice, and you screamed as you fell down. You barely had time to realize that the train wasn’t supposed to come loose from the rails.
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About meWelcome to my blog! This is where I post my stories, occasionally accompanied by personal thoughts. I always post short stories, as I keep the longer ones for myself. My stories are often based on songs. I listen to music a lot (mostly pop punk / punk rock), and often get inspired by melodies, lyrics, or music videos. |