The car pulls into the lot.

200ft Metal Mountains towering over the people.

My senses are greeted with sounds of fearful screams and cold metal pushing down against the tracks.

I smell the delightful cinnamon of fresh churros, the grease of the hot dogs in the stand.

The long line builds anticipation for the ride. 

The coaster climbs and climbs, and finally mounts the top.

The ride stops.

My heart was a beating drum. Everything felt so small and insignificant, all my stresses and worries drifted away like a leaf from a fall tree.

I slowly start inching, and inching off of the edge.

I look over to my family, smiling, and hands up. 

I can feel their radiating joy.

This is when I learned not to focus on the temporary things in life like struggles and hardships, but to instead set my sights on the longlasting parts, like family and memories.