At eight o'clock, we stop to eat. I'm grateful because I need a break from all the rides and heights. My heart barely stopped hammering in my chest. After I order my fried dough, I return to to the picnic table where everyone is seated. I finish my food before everyone else and slowly sip my drink. They're all taking their time, talking excitedly about what rides they want to go on next. I'm left staring at the table, praying for this day to come to an end. I really shouldn't be torturing myself but my money is already spent and I read the 'no returns' sign quite clear upon entering. I'm left to either waste my tickets and look like a punk or get on the rides and fit in.
Four considerably fun rides later, we're standing in line for the Ferris wheel. I hadn't realized how tall it is until
