Saturday is a Special Day

Yesterday was my last Saturday in Denver before I head back to school. What did I do yesterday? I went to IHOP for breakfast, had the Strawberry French Toast that felt like I was eating dessert and then I went home and took a nap. Exciting right? I wake up from my nap slightly groggy and have a sudden urge to go to Elitches. My younger brother and sister leave 10 minutes later and I cannot help but wonder, "I am scared to death of roller coasters. Why am I going?" The fear was all for naught, however, because I did not get too scared. Even on the Boomerang, where the first time I rode it, I cried. Remember that Tyler? What made it even better was that I sat next to a stranger and had to keep my composure. I wouldn't want the "Bikini Patrol" to have to practice CPR on me. We had a great time waiting in line. I was really happy to be hanging out with my siblings before I leave them for four months. I don't know who is happier about that last little tidbit, me or my parents. I can tell you that my dad is most likely counting down the days and has been since June. I believe that I have caused his hair to gray more in the past few months than all of his other children combined. I should probably watch out, however, because as he has told me time and time before, "I brought you into this world, I can take you out." I am sad to be leaving, but after having spent so much time on my own, the family setting can get a little annoying. No offense family, you are great, I am just enjoying being selfish for a while, it comes with the age.