Environment

A place where I feel content? I feel content at my house, I guess. That's honestly the only place I am completely comfortable. Most often, school drains me physically and mentally so, it feels good to come home after a long, exhausting day of school. The thing is, I've moved a lot over the past few years and there are different sentiments that go along with each house I've called home. Anyway, the house I remember the most, is the one I've lived in longest. I almost forgot about the one place that really makes me happy--the fair. At my old house I remember this one day we were going to go to the county fair. It became a tradition to get a picture from the photo booths at the fair. They're all aligned on a wall by year and it amazes me how much change can happen in just a few years, or months. Well, all I remember from that day, is not even being able to sit in one place because I was so excited. The amount of happiness I felt when we finally did get there was indescribable. I still feel like I did when I was a little girl; I love the rides, the food and the way it makes my family smile.
When I get there, the only thing I look for is the scariest ride. The adrenaline feels so good and I forget about any worries I have. The only problem is, whenever I go on these rides, someone has to go on with me. It's not that I'm scared, I just don't like to be alone in a two-person ride. I make my dad go with me and he hates it, but he does it anyway. Although, I'm pretty sure he secretly likes the rides I pick. Especially the dream catcher; we go on that ride every time we go to the fair. It's so fun and exhilarating, I always have to go on that ride.
There was this one time I really wanted to go on this really scary ride and I asked my dad to go with me, he said, "OK" and we waited in line. While I was waiting, the suspense was slowly building so I looked over at my dad with a smile. He looked nervous and didn't know what exactly to expect. Some time later, the line got shorter and it was our turn to go on. We got in and the ride started, it was forceful and spun around multiple times before coming to a stop. The whole time we were laughing and smiling, not caring about any of the worries we had. It felt good not to worry for once, honestly, which is rare for me. I'm always worries about something so these rides are a great way to distract myself, even if it's for a few minutes. That's pretty much the only reason I love the fair--it's very distracting. It also brings my family together more than any other thing, which is nice to see. Unfortunately, the fair only comes once a year, but I guess it's worth the wait for me.