“Can We Go Again?”

          The wheels of the cart went clickety-clack over the track.  My dad and I were way higher than everyone else at the gigantic theme park.  The people on the ground looked like ants from here.  We were on the ride called “Supersonic in the Dark.”  I was nervous and anxious at the same time.  I took a peek at my dad, who looked as calm as ever and he smiled at me and said,

          “You’ll be fine,” he reassured me.  Obviously I didn’t think so.  My little four year old body was shaking so hard that my shoes nearly fell off.  When we reached the top, the cart stopped and I closed my eyes as tight as I could.  Then, the cart began to move forward as slow as a snail.  As it began to pick up speed, we entered a dark tunnel.  Inside, the cart swerved and jerked this way and that. Then as fast as it had started, the ride was over. 

          As we came back out, my teeny eyes took a while to adjust.  My dad was laughing, and was rubbing his eyes as well.  Then he said,

          “So, what do you think?”  That one simple question made me think.  I remembered how I wasn’t even scared when we went on the ride.  I also remembered how I had opened my eyes half way through the ride.  We went and bought Dippin-Dots from a concession stand and stood and ate them while I stared at the ride that had taken away my fear of roller-coasters.  We stood a few more minutes without any words at all, and then I remembered the question I had been dying to ask my dad.

          “Can we go again?”