My Migration To Great America

As a kid I moved around frequently and had to keep on changing schools because my parents could not decide where to stay. Until, they finally found a wonderful place to settle and call it home. We lived in California in a valley called Santa Clara. Before I came to Santa Clara I was from India where I was born and raised till the age of six, I was raised in a middle class family with only one sibling which was my little brother who was just born, When we arrived to America we did not live in Santa Clara we lived in San Jose which later we moved to Sacramento, but in these two areas we moved often due to my dad’s job. Growing up in Santa Clara it was great except watch television was never my choice of relaxing and having fun. Going to the park
We went in my friend’s older brother’s car which was a SUV that had a Stunning flashy lights and the paintjobs was pure white like snow in the winter. The inside of the SUV smelled like mint and with a pinch of pepper. During the drive to Great America I was thinking what will we see first and experience. As we came closer to Great America I could see the rides from the parking lot that were so high into the skies and the twists and turns the rides went. We finally got in line to buy our tickets and we all decided to get the fast lane because we did not want to stand in line like everybody else. The weather was phenomenal it was sunny with few clouds with about eighty degree outside. Mostly every one wore casual clothing with shorts on because it was almost about to be summer and some wore hats to protect their eyes from the sun. The moment we stepped into Great America I hear all the screams and chants that everyone is making that are on the rides of the rollercoasters and see kids running around with toys and stuff animals they won as a prize. I could smell the wonderful food from miles away that were meant to be eaten. We decided to go on the small rides which were supposed to for kids and finish our day with the big thrilling and super-fast rollercoaster that twist, turn, and twirl. The small rides were just rides that you sit down and it takes you around a circle or up and down on a rollercoaster not too fast and not to slow. But as we finished riding the small ones we went on this ride that is a huge pole, going straight up into the heavens. The name of this ride was called “Drop Tower: Scream Zone” it was two hundred twenty-four feet high. Everyone was coming out of ride excited or terrified about what they just experienced. We got on the ride clueless of what we are going to experience and in a matter of minutes I was