Mall Of America Narrative

What I remember most is gazing up one last time at the magnificent sight Mall of America, hoping we’d be back soon. One of the greatest days i’ve ever had, happened to fall on a hot summer day, and my dad, my brother, and I had the long and exhausting drive from Wisconsin to Minnesota. The drive was a dreadful 4 and a half hours, including having to deal with my siblings the whole time. We finally arrived to Mall of America, but we faced another difficult challenge: finding a parking spot in the ginormous parking garage. We looked and looked for what seemed like years until we finally found a parking spot. We stopped at a few little gift shops and bought just a couple items. We managed to pull ourselves from the malls and gift shops, and started the exciting walk to the theme park.
“Wait up you two!” my dad exclaimed, but I barely heard him because it seemed like he was a mile away. My brother and I started out on a twisty ride that would eventually turn us upside down. The line was very blunt, and in about 15 minutes, I found myself plopping down in the comfy seat of the ride. The ride started by pointing straight down and proceeded right into the 360 degree turn. After that thrill of a lifetime, we went on the whole day shopping and going on as many thrilling rides as we could, while also looking at all of the amazing other things the park had in store for us. At around 8:30 P.M, just an hour before it closed, my dad decided that it was time to leave and go back home. I found myself staring up at all of the amazing things, and begging my dad if we could come back one