Great American Scream Machine
The memory is as clear as day in my head
The adrelaline running in my body stopped cold as the Great American Scream Machine came into sight
The name fitting perfectly for its old, broken down, eerie image
It was in the corner of the park millions of miles away from the main entrance
And yet
My 13 year old self still walked those millions of miles
The belts were stapped across me setting in the fact that I cannot change my mind now
I heard the cold, monotone words
"Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all time for your safety. Thank you and enjoy the ride."
I chuckled nervously and squeesed the hand next to mine as the car jerked forward
A little bit of that fear that was building up inside me
Since then
I've grown
The person behind that hand has taught me that fear is temporary
It is only there to hold you back
Now 707 miles away from me
I still hold that close to my heart
I only see him three times a year
If I am lucky
So i try and make up for the time we've lost apart
He's had a rollercoaster of a life so far
As have I
But even at his worst times he is still there as my leaning shoulder
He's learned to put others before him
But never forgetting about himself
That's what sets him apart from so many others
When my life is going downhill his name woudl be the first my fingers hit on the phone
He would be the first I cry to when things go wrong
The first to make me learn to love life and take risks
The first to help me understand who i am and who i want to become
He is my sunshine on a rainy day
My true happiness that no boy has ever fulfilled
when I see him on christmas day i have a smile like the grinch
I cannot remmeber a dull moment with him
I'd either be laughing at his corny dad jokes
Or taking in all his life lessons that he cannot give to his daughter
But not having a daughter has never held him back
He is my role model in my life
without him I would not be the girl I am today
It's a struggle
Him not always being there
He has helped me to understand and accept that though
That I am independent
And that's why he is my role model in my life
Ever Since that broken down ride
I've learned to experience, learn, and love all that there is
And it's all thanks to him and the Great American Scream Machine
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