Playland

Time seemed to pass by slower than usual. Our class was on a school bus, waiting to arrive at the amusement park. All of us were excited and impatient, some more than others. The half an hour ride to Playland seemed to last like an hour. This was our grade 7s graduation field trip, and all of us looked forward to this day.

As the bus rolled to a stop in the parking lot, we all stood up impatiently. My feet were asleep since the bus started its way to our destination. Half of me wanted to stay on this bus, because I was never a big fan of rides, but the other half really wanted to get off, and enjoy this last field trip in elementary school. That half won, and I hustled down the bus.

All of us hurried in. When we finally got past the entrance, our teacher reminded us of our meeting time and place, though none of us were really in a mood to listen.

“Now you may go,” said the teacher, “and have fun!”

As soon as he finished his sentence, some of us had already started to sneak away. Before I knew it, we were all scattered. Some headed for the best rides, some ran to catch up with others. I just stood there, watching people move. Finally, I followed a group of my friends. They were heading for the “Hellevator”, the ride that I feared of before we even arrived. It basically lifts you up sky high, and suddenly drops you all the way down.

“C’mon, come with us,” said my two friends who had the guts to ride it.

I quickly glanced at the the ride and replied, “I think I’m good.”

There were two reasons I didn't want to ride it. First was because I feared the height of the drop, and second was because the line up was long. Not just our school decided to go on a field trip on this very fine Tuesday, other schools have too. I should have realized that when we were in the parking lot. There were at least a dozen bright orange school buses outside.

When my two friends finished their rides, we wandered around, finding some other cool rides. We couldn’t find anything, and eventually, it was time to meet up. Most of our classmates were there. The teacher told us our next meeting time and place, and we were off again. But this time, I found myself in a different group with 3 other people. This group was quicker at choosing rides, and we ended up doing more rides than I expected. I chickened out on two of them, and rode the other three. It was one of the best times in the entire school year.

Out of the three rides that I rode, I enjoyed two of them. One was the wooden rollercoaster. As you can tell by the name, the ride was made out of wood. One thing that was so great about this ride was that you felt like you were going to fall out, when actually, you wouldn't. It was a lengthy ride with one big drop. Nothing much. I shared a seat with one really good friend of mine, and the two of us were laughing as well as screaming during the ride. The other ride looked like a Ferris wheel lying on the ground. My friend and I stayed in the same cage as each other. As the ride spun us around, it also stood up vertically, up to the point where we were going upside down. It was a great experience for me.

As much as I wished we could stay, we couldn’t. It was time to finally head back to school. The ride back seemed shorter, though I knew that it was just me thinking so. Back at the school, we were welcomed by younger students. We. the grade 7s, would graduate in two days, and this field trip was the perfect way to bid us farewell.