“There’s no line!” Margo pulled Adina’s hand with one of hers and pointed with the other. “Let’s hurry!”
Adina followed Margo’s finger, shielding her eyes from the sun. It’s been a long day already and they’d only gotten in a little over an hour ago. The drive. The stops. The lines for the tickets. The lines for the entrance. The lines for the bathroom. The lines to the lines …
Her eyes met the target.
What was that!?
A contraption rose ahead, metal-barred and plastic-sheathed, crisscrossed with steps and zigzagged horrors.
“Come on!” Margo danced on the balls of her feet, ecstatic.
Adina felt the hotdog that she didn’t even eat yet threaten a revisit.
No way she was going up that thing. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen.
“Must be a reason no one’s there,” she tried.
“Yeah! Because it is ‘by reservation.’ Aren’t you glad I called ahead and made one?”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Like it. Funny isn’t it, that kids love climbing up those tall steps and zooming back down… while their parents watch them in terror.
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Yeah … and some adults like it, too … I don’t mind the heights myself, really. It is the topsy-turvy ones that turn you upside down and milkshake you that I cannot tolerate … 🙂
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I’m in! Woot!
Fun stuff.
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You go on, I’ll hold your bags and work the camera … 😉
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Hahaha!! Deal!
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🙂
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