20 months ago
I remember going through some super-scary haunted house ride at some random carnival. It was just my sister and I. We were both terrified beyond belief, but supported each other like our lives depended on it! Most vividly, I recall some elevator ride that went down in all these flames with a creepy voice being pumped in through a speaker system. Yeah, we were way to young for that experience!
20 months ago
I usually walked. It sucked because I had to go over a bridge to get to school, which concentrated traffic. So every day, twice a day people fortunate enough to drive in would honk their horns at the people that had to walk. And of course, it was mighty cold in the winter.