Personal Narrative: The Cone

The day was happy at first, but it ended sadly. Me, my cousins and their parents, my grandparents, my family, and my aunt Emily had just come from dinner to an ice cream shop called “The Cone”. Once we’d all ordered and got our ice cream we sat down while my dad and uncle talked, my aunt Lynn told us about their family’s trip to Maine. Once all the kids finished their sweet and cold ice cream we went to the little rides to mess around. The sky was a brilliant orange and pink from the sun setting. It was beautiful. All of the reds and yellows and other colors of the rides shined like a freshly washed car. The first one I went to look at was the “Batman The Animated Series” ride. It was the grey, dull, rocky outside of the Batcave. The only colors