The other day you stole me to the theme park again. You always love theme park, you visited it at random times each year like it's your mecca. You used to go there by yourself alone, and now you take me along the way. This one, I can never complain. I like theme parks too. Is just that, compared to you, I prefer the fast-paced and adrenaline-rushed rides. Like the roller coaster that turn three sixty, or the high drop that reach so far that you could see the whole complex and then drop you down in the speed of light. The more extreme it is the better. Even though I'll probably curse the hell out of myself during the ride, screaming from the top of my lungs, I would not hesitate to repeat that again.
You, on the other hand, would always prefer the slower ones. Is not that you can't handle the adrenaline, is just that you always prefer to enjoy the present moment at the time. You're always the one who insist that we come at the morning and watch the opening parade, even though you might have watch it for countless time you can repeat it exactly by the sequence. Which characters come first, what song's gonna play after that. "It's going to be the squirrel after this." you said one time as we stand under the sun, forgetting to brought an umbrella. And you will never fail to run to the lake side when the main show started, always excited for the boats parade. You actually hummed to the song of the main event, your hands moving with the rhythm without realizing it. I caught you doing that a couple of times, it doesn't bother me at all.
The first thing you'll do is queuing for all the fast-pass tickets. "You know, the fun part of theme park is waiting in line." you said as you pressed the ticket machine. "But I know you're very impatient, so I'll make sure you won't wait too long." I just bobbed my head and tag along, not really denying your thoughts.
You walk to each and every side of the park, making sure we don't miss a single ride. You know every corner of this place, you've been here your whole life. Never need a map that is served at the opening gate, it's already in your head. The funny thing is you never failed to show me a new surprise so far. The first time we're here you brought me a strawberry popcorn, and the next time you show me a short cut to the Amazonian Forest that is filled with so many trees I feel like I'm inside the jungle already. The other time you bring me to the side of Arabian corner where it sold the juiciest chicken leg ever. And near that stall is a tunnel with the prettiest painted stars ever, it makes me feel like an astronaut in the outer space.
And then we start to play. Sometimes we go with my choice first, sometimes it's yours. Sometimes we even separate because the time is about to go up and we haven't reach the ride we each wants to play yet. It really depends on the weather, or just who wins the rock paper scissors that day. However for today I let you choose first, since I'm just feeling a little blue. So, I follow you as we walk to the safari ride.
This would always be considered as a little kids ride, filled with parents who bring their childrens and toddlers. But it never seem to bothered you as you politely when in line with all of them, and took the seat on the back of the remote-controlled jeep so the other passengers could enjoy theirs. We roamed around the man made jungle filled with beautiful real and plastic plants, completed with animal-like dolls that can even move. Your eyes would always look at them friendly, like they are some very familiar faces. The soothing safari themed instrument played from the speaker near us. For a couple of minutes I wouldn't mind going on a real safari trip with you. And then I remembered that I'll probably fight with the mosquitos and is definitely not a pro of sleeping in a tent. So yeah, of course that image went to the bin.
The next one is still your ride of choice, since it's the closest one to reach from the safari ride. It's the race car ride, and we dueled each other in the track, trying to reach the finish line first. We agree that the winners could determine the lunch for that day, and my childish ambitious mind did felt pumped enough to try beating you up. Of course I won by a couple of seconds. "Alright, chicken legs right?" you asked, half laughing while you take off your helmet.
