Chickachickachickchickachickachickachicka
This is the sound one hears as they are about to fall 100 feet
when the stomach goes into your throat. Suddenly all
fear goes by the way side, replaced by screaming
in the excitement of the thrill wind blowing through
your hair and pounding your face. After 30 seconds it is
over and quickly you want to do it again, and again, and again
The day is then, filled with friends, waterparks, and depression
era food. But, that is exactly when it taste the best
It’s as if the od is connected to the feelings of the day
It is relaxed and no one cares what you wear. Instead it’s
about having fun in the sun until it goes down,
riding the same ride 5x, and leaving feeling exhausted
About the Creator
Justin Higgins
Hey everyone!!! I’m looking forward to being inspired. I have always enjoyed the creative aspect of writing but only recently over the past two years have a seriously started engaging in it. I write short stories & poetry.
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