Today, I was made to GO TO the theme park because my mum forced me. I took a huge gulp and stared down at the ground in sorrow; I shook my head from side to side, jumping up and down, thinking about the bad things about theme parks. I wished they had removed all the scary rides in it--being on a roller coaster was already bad enough but when there were a million people and all the stores opened, it made my life so much harder.
My mum said, “Ben, go and ride on the tortoise. It’s a ride that goes upside down the whole time.”
I always replied, “NO MUM, I HATE THOSE RIDES, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?????”
I just didn’t like the feeling of when I placed my haunches in a roller coaster seat that went plummeting down and suddenly shot back up: it just made my brain water slosh around, making me dizzy—why did they have to create them to be so fast? Also, I went to the circus where there stood a clumsy clown that appeared out of nowhere; I felt extremely uncomfortable and I jumped back out of my seat. However, the clown slipping on bananas made a semicircle in my face.
Today was probably one of the worst days I had had in my life; it was a humongous mistake coming there. I should never travel there for a holiday ever again.
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