The experience I had taking my daughter Emily to Wildwaves last summer was exciting and something I will never forget. Our family drove up there, and the drive was rather peaceful and nice. As Emily would sing songs, and we would acknowledge, she would smile as we sang with her. Her friend Caleb and his mom Amanda came along as well. We left early that morning at 6 AM, and there was hardly any traffic in sight. It looked like a never ending road that just kept on going and going with a car here and there every so often. It made the long commute short, less stressful, and a little relaxing rather dealing with bumper to bumper traffic. We arrived to the park at 9 AM, and parking was not to bad because we were early. 
It was the long wait for getting in the park that took the longest. The line was so enormous that it ventured into the parking lot winding off to the side. There had to be at least 100 or more people waiting just to get into the park that day. After 15 minutes of waiting in the line, it gradually started moving forward. As people went through the entryway to the park, people ventured off everywhere heading into all different directions. That’s where the journey began. We followed the path to the rides, walking down a hill and around to go to the kid rides. Emily got to ride on the carousel, the boat ride, a car ride, and slide down a long yellow slide. She rode the carousel first.
As the horse went up and down, it startled her due to the motion of the horse scaring her. So I had to hold her through the remaining of the ride. Then we headed towards the yellow slide. When dad took Emily up to the top so she could go down the slide, our little Emily jumped in excitement. She sat down on dad’s lap, and they took off. As they flew down, I saw laughter, smiles, and she raised her hands way up high. Then we took her to ride the car ride. She chose to ride in the corvette and waited patiently to go. Then she was off. It was so cute watching her pretended to drive because she felt like a girl. When the ride finally ended, Emily got upset. She started to cry and didn’t want the ride to be over. So I said, "Let’s go on the boat ride over here. It should be fun."
As dad put her on, she looked undecided. She sat in a white and green boat called the Miss Scarlet, and right as the ride started to move she wanted out instantly. She stood up tall trying to get out, as she screamed at the top of her lungs for dad and mom. Her face was beet red and tears came tumbling down her face. Dad went in and comforted her, so she really didn’t care that much for that ride. Afterwards, we walked the long path back up the hill from the rides and came to the water area in the kid’s section. Emily enjoyed the water slides and was brave enough to go down them by herself. The excitement on her face when she splashed in the water is what made it so worth it. I had joined her as we splashed one another, and she chased after me. Emily giggled and kept saying, "Come on Mommy. Come on."
At this time Emily was only 18 months old. A few hours past and we were all hungry. Dad said, "Come on Emily, as soon as you eat, you can come back and play."
So we headed to our car to go get something to eat. We pulled up the hatch to our Ford Explorer and pulled out the cooler. We called it our little picnic. We had sandwiches, chips, coleslaw, and potato salad. After we were done eating, Emily eventually fell asleep after a long day of fun. She was exhausted, and I didn’t dare to wake her. So we cleaned up, got the car loaded, and got ready to head back home on that unforgettable drive. That’s what made it so special. Sharing it with one another made it worth the time put into it and the effort to make it happen just to see my daughter Emily’s reaction when we took her to Wildwaves.
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