My Saturday 
	Last Saturday, me and my parents went to an amusement park。 It was an event that I had been looking forward to, since they never kept delaying the date。
   However the experience was an extreme contrast from my anticipation。 First the ticket price was higher than the ones they post on advertisements。
   My mother was really disturbed by this incident; she kept saying it was a fraud。 Already I can predict that this trip will be bumpy。
   Yet I got enthusiastic when we were finally inside of it。 The sound of roller coasters passing had proven to an enticement for me。
   Fortunately my mother approved my suggestion to get on the ride (which she rarely does), but then my father refused。 
	He said it was too dangerous, because he had fainted on the roller coaster one time。
   I got frustrated at convincing him, and then I went on to the ride by myself。 My father was right, because eventually I threw up during the ride。
   It was embarrassing as people started staring at me。 If embarrassing myself wasn’t enough, then my father further elaborated on it。
   He started to scorn me before the public, saying I am dumb and pathetic。  He left me and my mom and went home。 I felt the whole world had just collapsed on me。
   
	My mom was very caring; she hugged me and apologized for my father。 We just sat there and watched the sunset。 The sun seemed to be extraordinarily bright today, brighter than I memorized。
   We went home at exactly six o’clock that evening。 Although I depressed and in no mood to talk; but my mother kept trying to start a conversation。
   Eventually I talked; it was one of the best conversations in my life! She talked about her life experiences and I talked about mine。
   It was great。 You know what? Even though the trip wasn’t great, but I had found a better alternative。 
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