"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" someone kicks my seat.
"Maria, stop it!" I turn around. As soon as I did, another kick jolts me forward.
"Madre, dile a Maria que deje de patearme," I complain. (Mother, tell Maria to stop kicking me)
Our family is Latina, so we often speak in Spanish to each other. I was born in Brazil, but Maria was born once we came to America. I am pretty fluent in Spanish, and the fact that Maria only knows a few terms in my secret weapon.
"What did she say?" Maria pesters.
"No sé, ¿ qué estoy diciendo ?" I ask. (I don't know, what did I say?)
"No más Espanol, Camila," my mother says, "Maria can't understand it." (No more Spanish, Camila.)
"Fine," I sigh, my secret weapon is gone.
My family is on our way to Six Flags Mexico. When we moved from Brazil, we came to El Paso, Texas, right on the border of Mexico. Six Flags Mexico has been an annual trip for us since I was seven, five years ago. We were mainly going this time to ride the Medusa Steel Coaster, and quite, frankly, I'm extremely nervous.
"Here we are!" father cries, about two hours later.
He parks the car, we hand in our tickets, and we're in!
"Are you ready for the Medusa Steel Coaster, Camila?" my mother asks me, while Maria and my father are opening a park map.
"Si, si,"I respond, gulping. (Yes, yes.)
"How do you feel about it? Excited?" she asks.
"Actually, I feel pretty malo," I respond. (Bad)
My mother pulls me over to a bench while my father and Maria struggled to get the map open.
"¿Qué está mal?" my mother asks. (What's wrong?)
"Yo soy asustado," I admit. (I am scared.)
"Don't be scared," she says, speaking in English, "It'll be fun!" I swallow.
"Ok, I'll do it," I give in, beginning to feel better.
We finally find the coaster. My mother looks at me.
"Ready?" she asks.
"Si," I reply. (Yes.)
We walk over to the coaster. As I hop into the cart with my mom, she smiles at me. My stomach is churning, but I feel reassured. The cart jolts to a start.
The clanking chains seem louder than normal. The cart seemed to go slower going up the hill. As we kept going up, the peak seemed to get farther from us. Finally, we reached the top of the hill. My stomach did a backflip right before we went downhill.
"Brace yourself!" my mother screamed.
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"Wow! That was insanely fast!" I said to Maria who had been sitting behind us on the coaster.
My parents were walking behind us, speaking in Spanish so fast, even I couldn't understand them.
"That was amazing!" I said, "best trip ever!"
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Writer's note:
It's been a while, hasn't it?
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