“ChChChChhhhhhhhhhhh” Our hearts dropped as the sound of the rusty, metal chain pulling my brother and I up the steep, rickety hill came to a holt. As our eyes met, we knew this would be a day to remember. 

It was a bright, blissful morning and my family had started our 4-hour journey to Santa Cause, Indiana. 6:00 in the morning, everyone fast asleep, except my irritating brother of course. I would get no sleep, my brother could hardly contain himself. I could practically see the excitement seep out of him. As I looked out the window, the sharp image of the towering trees and the spacious farm land was spread about me. I thought to myself, 

        Ugh, I don't even want to go on this stupid trip.

No matter how tired I felt, there was always one little thing to ruin it, My obnoxious younger brother, Mitchell. The kid always had something to say. It was as if the words just flooded out of his mouth, 

“Mitchell! Be quiet, I'm trying to sleep!”

But he could care less. As I angrily as I glanced over my right shoulder, there it was, towering upon me. “Holiday world”. 

Wow, this theme park was immense. As we got out of the tight, cramped car, the excitement within me couldn't hold any more. My brother and I raced to the gigantic grand entrance, and of course, I won. As soon as we stepped in, scents of all kind flooded our noses, sweet, savory, spicy, and more! The wondrous colors and scrumptious aromas filled my nose. 

My dad made everyone put on sunscreen but of course my brother wasn't having it. He started to cry and threw a tantrum. He was being noisy and everyone around began to stare. 

           Why does my brother have to be so whiny? I thought to myself.

I heard of their most popular ride, “The Voyage”. We searched the dense crowds for a map, but we wouldn't need a map, the attraction was right in front of us towering over us like a skyscraper. The entire car ride, my younger brother talked about this ride, I really hoped it lived up to its name. The 163 foot wooden roller coaster was even bigger in real life. As we rushed to get in line, my heart started thumping, I thought of the rush and excitement. we would have. This was such a momentous occasion that I felt as if I was on top of the world. 

After that we began to weave through the lines as if we were inside of a corn maze searching for the ending, I overheard a group of people chattering, 

“I heard that the ride broke down this morning” 

The sentence slipped my mind as we were led to our small, hard, cramped seat. The uncomfortable feeling of the seat meant nothing to me as I was about to have the ride of my life. This was it, The moment we'd all been waiting for the moment where we will get cranked up the hill and the rest would be history, or so I thought. There we go “chug, chug, chug” Moving like the little engine that could up the tall steep hill. My brother anxiously talked to me each second we moved. 

I wish he would stop talking. I thought. 

After Each crank, my heart beat even faster. I was prepared for a spectacular ride. Before I knew it we were at the top about to go down, but the crank faded. The cart was no longer moving. I look down below, towering upon everyone and everything. The people below were nothing compared to me.

At this point, my brother and I began to get worried. I could see my dad below and a panic expression on his face. Everyone began to look around trying to gather as much information as possible about what had happened. I had nearly forgotten that my brother was right there next to me. The glare of the sun shines into my eyes. I don't know what to do. As I glanced over, I saw my seven-year-old brother, Oblivious to what was happening. The old rusty speaker turned on and began announcing that we would be up and running in just a few minutes. Minutes went by and nothing happened. The time went on. It felt as if I was in a hot desert walking as if there was no end. At this point, my younger brother had figured out what had happened. He asked me 

      “Julia what's wrong?” 

I began to feel for my brother. Yes, he was young and talkative and annoying, but I needed to keep his mind off the situation we're in. 

As the minutes turn into hours, I learned new things about my brother. He loves soccer and loves the feeling of blocking a goal, he loves to draw comics with his friends and loves the wipe of eraser shavings. Most importantly, I figured out he loved The quality time I got to spend with him, even though he thought I could be annoying sometimes. 

I'd almost forgotten about the situation we were in until I heard a thumping noise coming up the wooden steps along the edge of the ride. A voice announces to us instructions to get off. The announcer talked, and talked and I zoned off into a world of my own. When the time came to cross down off the cart, I realized I was not listening to a word the instructor said. As I tried to rack my memory of the instructions, we stepped off the sideways cart and onto the rotting wood steps. We put on the big chunky rubber gloves to prevent splinters and carefully went down the steps. Each Time a step would creak, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. I knew that no one had had to be up these steps in a while. 

Finally, The time has come for us to walk across the wooden planks to finally leave the Treacherous ride. I knew that all we had to do to escape was to walk across the wooden board 20 feet in the air. No railing, no nothing. My brother whispered to me,

“It's ok Julia, we will be off soon.”

I stared at him as if he had three heads. Never once had either of us said anything so nice to each other. I gripped his hand and replied

       “Thanks Mitch, we've got this."

This is it I thought. Each step I took, my feet felt 1000 pounds heavier. When I took The very last step onto safe ground, it was as if a weight had been lifted off my back. I hugged my brother, for I have not loved him more than this moment. My immediate thought was to find my dad. As I held my brother's small, clammy hand, we sprinted out of the lines. We looked around for a while, but when our eyes finally met, a sigh of relief flew across me. Us three hugged for the longest time. We were finally safe. I could tell that my father hadn't ever been more relieved. 

We had our fun the rest of the day and the event that occurred almost slipped my mind. As we got back into the car for a trek home, I looked over at my brother. As he was talking to my parents about the crazy time he had, I noticed instead of feeling annoyed with him for talking so much, I felt connected instead . It turns out something good can come out of a bad situation after all.