by Blair Bordelon

Created on: July 12, 2009

The sun was just sinking down beneath winding water-slides, its rays fragmented by the metal constructs above us, slightly blinding in its brilliance.

Dad was staring at the sky with his sunglasses on, a habit that had led to his most recent visit with the eye-doctors, but he couldn't seem to stop.

"Water parks gonna soon," he said. "Let's start making our way to Dixie Land." (He never can remember to call it Dixie Landin')

It took us about half an hour to fight the crowd over to our lockers, change into dry clothes, return our locker key, and make the half-mile long treck to the other side of the amusement park, where the rollercoasters would still be rolling for another hour or two.

It was me, my brother Alex, our cousin Steven, and my dad and stepmom, Tiffany. This was the first time that summer that we had gotten to go to Blue Bayou, and we were considerably more excited about it than we would be the next 20 times. Me, Alex, and Steven and taken to trying every single ride in the park, and doing the ones we liked best over and over and over again. Dad and Tiff had taken to sitting on the benches and drinking lemonade, letting us wander off on our own, a feat that would not have happened in the years past, but I was thirteen that year, and perfectly old enough to take care of myself and my brother, as my dad had practically drilled into my stepmother's head just that morning.

The entire day had gone well enough, unusally well, in fact, for a day out with that side of the family. But Dad and Tiff were beginning to get tired of all the fun and sun, and as we entered the Dixie Landin' side of the park, Dad turned to me and said in a stern voice, "We're leaving in ONE hour, Blair. I need you to make sure that yall meet us at the entrance, okay?"

"Okay, Dad," I sighed, rolling my eyes for good measure. Truth was, I was rather pleased at the responsibility being entrusted to me. My Dad was showing me that he was taking my side over Tiffany's, who was having a hard time accepting that I was growing up. I always loved when Dad chose me over her those days, though I think me and Tiff were the only ones ever aware of this eternal battle.

So, clock started, me, Alex, and Steven quickly made our way to first ride, the Ragin' Cajun rollercoaster. The ride was awesome, and we would have done it again, but we a time limit, so we relectuantly made our way to the next ride. We tried all the rides there, but it wasn't the rollercoaster that ended up loving the most.

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