Canobie Lake Park Descriptive Writing

The air flew past our heads, and screams echo through the air. The sun is beating down relentlessly, people’s cheeks are tinted red, partly from screaming, partly from the sun burns that are beginning to take form. Individuals of every age are jammed close together. You can hear them begging for an end to their terror, and other are embracing the adrenaline, breaking out in hysterical, maniacal laughter. Lights flash in front of our faces, blinding us. At this point, my feet are dangling, and I am gripping onto the seat, a huge smile adorns my face. We are hurled into the air, spinning in large circles. The air smells like soft baked pretzels and cotton candy, mixed with the stink of sweat and sunscreen. Even whipping through the air, there is no missing the sound of vendors luring in little kids, or the buzzing when someone wins a prize a hundred feet below our
Zach threw out blind guesses as to where we were going the entire ride. I turned up the radio in a desperate attempt to end the constant string of questions. Instead of giving up and sulking, he just talked over the music, throwing our completely infallible guesses.

Canobie Lake Park has just opened a few weeks ago. Despite the beautiful weather, it is not crowded. In fact, we haven't waited in a single line yet. We pushed our way through the gates and security just minutes after the park opened. It was amazing seeing all the people scattering, taking advantage of the short lines. Little kids are dragging their parents into the depths of the park, but Zachary and I started from the outside, and planned on gradually making our way through the maze of rides.

Loaded up with sunscreen and hoard of twenty dollar bills, we plan to take on each and every ride and attraction within the next nine hours. Zachary and I navigated our way through the park, starting with the Ultimate frisbee. The ride was one of my