One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
We were driving through what seemed like an endless forest. Tall old trees leaned over the two-lane road, nearly blocking out the late morning sun.
“Maybe they haven’t built the park yet,” Mom suggested. “Maybe they’re going to clear out these trees and build the park here.”
The road curved sharply. And as we came out of the curve, we saw the tall gates to the park straight up ahead.
I've only ever been to three amusement parks in my life and the last time I went was in eighth grade, but I swear I can remember being able to see them from a few miles away since the rides were so tall.
Also, I need to say: the last chapter they said they were driving through a desert and suddenly they're in a forest?