187. One fine sunny day in October, a fair came to our city and set up behind one of our malls. I had just returned from an exhausting unsuccessful job-hunting trip in Manila and found out from one of my classmates in graduate school about the said fair and its many exciting rides which could only be usually found in Luzon. Naturally, from the moment I heard about it, I pestered you constantly until you agreed to take me one evening. The grounds were jam-packed with so many people, so many of them couples and children. There was so much excitement around that you could feel the night air positively tingling. We chose only one ride, the sea dragon, because of the extremely long lines. It would have been impossible to finish all of the rides in time for a family dinner anyway. The ride resembled a smaller version of Enchanted Kingdom's Anchor's away which was akin to a gigantic boat swinging back and forth like a swing. We chose to sit at the farthest end of the boat so we could savor the exciting plunge. With the bright lights and exciting music, the boat started to swing back and forth and back and forth. Up and down repeatedly and violently. Then we felt it. That awful sensation of our internal organs being dropped and taken back up again. It was nauseating. I was afraid that I might be tossed off the ride when it went up to the highest point and sustain some broken bones or puke my insides out. Luckily we were buckled up real tight. However, I still thought it was so much fun. I held on to you tight and you even took a video and a picture. You were more scared than I was. That was the funny part. But you felt so ill afterwards you vowed never to ride the damn thing again. It didn't spoil our appetite for pizza with your family though.
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