It was ninety-seven degrees Fahrenheit and
the sun was shining. My cousin, grandma, and I were in Los Angeles,
California, movie star land. Universal Studios Park was the second most
popular thing, I would say, except for the Hollywood sign of course. We
walked into the park. Sweat dripping, walking heavily, we walked in and
we saw a water ride. Jurassic Park. The clear water, splashing up from
the ride, looked as cold as the North Pole. Sam, my cousin, and I were
thinking about how nice that water would feel on our sizzling sunburnt
shoulders. I got the chills just thinking of it.
There was one problem. Boppy, my grandmother, hated water! I would go on
with just Sam but we weren’t tall enough to go on without an adult.
“Boppy! Boppy! Can we pleeeease go on Jurassic Park?” Sam and I asked
while making puppy dog eyes.
“You two know I hate water, and that ride is all water!” Boppy
Frowns started to appear on our faces and our eyes watered up with
waterfalls running from them.
“You two are a pain!” Boppy sighed.
“Is that a yes?” Sam mumbled with a grin starting to appear on his face.
“Yes… but not before I take a picture of you two cuties and we get rain
ponchos so we don’t get soaking wet!” she said in her baby voice.
We all started laughing, and we smiled in agreement.
All three of us stepped into the front of the cart. Sam and I were
wearing our bright yellow ponchos, but there had been only two left, so
Boppy didn’t even end up wearing one. I felt like I was a banana. I had
to live with it though in order to go onto the ride—Boppy’s rules.
The ride started to creak and my chest and head fell forward. My grandma
made her “I’m going to hate this” face.
“I already don’t like this. Why did I let you two convince me to come on
this?” she asked as she laughed.
“Because you love—“ I said right as the ride moved forward.
We went into a man-made river type thing that was surrounded by
dinosaurs spraying water at us and coming out of nowhere. Right before
we went down the big drop a HUGE T. rex came down from the ceiling and
roared with all its might. Everyone on the ride screamed. The ride
jerked forward and my hands come off the bar and flying into the air.
Those eight seconds going down the steep slope, getting smacked by water
coming up from under us, felt like a million years. I looked over to my
right and saw my grandma laughing and smiling.
“Can we go on again?” Sam said soaking wet with excitement.
Who knew that we would be saying this six more times until it looked
like we got hit by a hurricane.
Through this experience I learned a very important lesson. Family will
do everything and anything for you even if it means doing something they
think they would hate!