Raging Bull

Author’s Note: This is a piece about an ‘adventure’ I had to Six Flags with some friends this past Saturday. We have so many inside jokes now between all of us; this is a story of one of them.


Imagine going on a ride that rises about 100 some feet into the air with some of your best friends. Just the name of the ride is a bit intimidating. Raging Bull. Picture them trying to scare you out of your mind as you are rising up for the drop. Molly, myself, and Grace, in that order, were seated in a row and Molly and Grace were holding hands across my harness. Before we got on the ride, Molly pointed out the cameras hidden in the ground where they would take our picture and we came up with a pose to strike when we would meet up with the camera. Once we saw the camera coming up, we all struck the pose. Thumbs up smiling like everything was cool. Afterward you can usually find the pictures in the photo booth at the exit of the ride and we COULD NOT find the picture. We were all sad, but at least the memories will last forever.