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My Favorite Vacation

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This time last year, I went to the Cape Coral Coconut Festival, A festival held yearly in the large lot next to Sun Splash Family Waterpark, a local's hotspot every summer with guaranteed long lines and a densely packed lazy river. Everyone in my family was thrilled, my little brother and sister bouncing up and down on the seats of our family minivan, while my mom attempted to drive to the festival, amidst ear-piercing shrieks, constantly reminding them to calm down. I too was excited, peering up at the brightly colored lights that stretched all the way to the sky. As we pulled into the lot, the rides seemed to loom above, the thought of riding them put a knot in my throat and made my stomach do backflips. We all burst out of the car, walking hand in hand, my little brother (5), my little sister (3), my Mom, my Dad, my grandma, and I. We all rode a few rides to satisfy the little ones, the ladybug ride, and then the merry go round. Shortly after, we passed by a large ride, where flashing lights and pounding music assaulted my senses. It was so much to take in, I figured out the ride was cars connected in a ring on a track that first jolted riders forward before having them disappear in a tube and having them reappear on the other side. Once the ride finally slowed down and then lurched to a stop, the DJ taunted as the cars began to fly in reverse. It all looked very menacing. “Do you want to ride that? It was my favorite when I was your age,” My mom asked. “No

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