It's a misty morning as we travel puffing out vile black smoke in our creaky car, to the theme park. We arrive to look at a gloomy, deserted theme park except for the one tired worker standing by the only ride, a roller coaster. Each of us pay a shilling and board the wooden cart. We click in the buckles and the worker pushes the metal lever, we start to roll downhill growing faster and faster, everything blurs into a misty colourful mess. We start to feel sick as we reach the uphill slope but we lurch up to the top but then the cart falters, and we begin our descent.
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September 2015
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