Day at the Coney Roller Coaster
Nov 28, 2022 4:19:34 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 28, 2022 4:19:34 GMT -5
Day at the Coney Island Roller Coaster
a Childhood memory
By Radrook
a Childhood memory
By Radrook
New York City’s Coney Island was a place which we as a family often visited several times each summer. It was a sort of magical place away from the city, where one could easily forget worries and cares. It had a beach, a boardwalk, and many confectionary stands selling all kinds of goodies such as cotton candy, pretzels, hot dogs and hamburgers. Also, next to its beach were many rides. One of the rides that we had never gone on was the roller coaster. Instead, of boldly going where others confidently went, we had previously just stood there watching in awe as it shot by above us at a rail-rattling, ear-shattering, breakneck speed, taking a hairpin, passenger-screaming curves.
Well, for some inexplicable reason, it suddenly occurred to my mom that we should also join in the fun and ride it.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” my father said nervously:
"What guarantee do you have that thing isn't going to go fling off the rails on one of those tight turns? Eh? Do you know how far you are going to fly if that thing goes off the rails at that speed? You might wind up over there on the beach sand or maybe three or four hundreds feet into the city street over there. in the middle of traffic." He said pointing to where he had calculated that we might land.
“Every one else is riding it, so why not us?.” she responded, after giving him the up and down measuring loo of disdain.
“So just because other people are stupid enough to jump head-first off a high cliff, does that mean that I should also? Huh?”
“Look at all the fun they are having while we are just standing here like bobos and looking.”
“Fun? Ha! Ha! Ha! All I hear is them screaming every time that thing makes a sharp turn!”
“They are screaming because they are excited.”
“What guarantee do I have that that thing isn’t going to fly off the tracks in one of those turns huh?” he repeated.
“Chico, the world belongs to the risk-takers. What are we here for anyway, eh? To look at others? Life is made to be lived! The dead to the hoyo and the living to the pimpoyo!”
“Well, that might be your philosophy but I’m not getting on!”
“Nelson, do you want to get on the roller coaster?” she suddenly asks me. I was five years old at the time and really had no sense of fear. To me it just looked like a regular ride. Besides, what could possibly happen to me with my almighty all-wise mother sitting by my side. Surly she knew what she was doing and so I said yes.
“You are going to take that angelito [little angel] on that ride?” It was the only time that he ever referred to me that way, so he must have really been worried.
“Yes I am! We aren’t here just to watch others timidly. We came here to have fun.”
“You call getting killed having fun?”
“Chico! Do you see anyone here getting killed? Look at how happy they look after they finish the ride! They are smiling and chatting.”
“Well, you can’t say I didn’t tell you. I told you! Right?”
“OK you told us and ya! We are going to ride the roller coaster, and that is it!”
“Yo los encomiendo a dios!” Which meant that only God could save us now.
Well, hoist on her own petard, my mom confidently bought the tickets. We chose to sit in the last seat on the coaster. As the coaster began to move slowly and gain altitude she said:
“Look Nelson, look at how pretty the ocean and the beach looks from here!”
Fortunately, the man in front of us glanced back and noticed that we were holding on to nothing and that the hand bar was still in its forward position. This meant that in a few seconds, we were both going to be hurled to our death below.
“Hey lady,” he said nervously, “You better pull that bar and hold on!”
“Oh Ok." she responded calmly "Here Nelson he said that we should hol--”
That’s when the coaster suddenly went into a 90 degree plunge straight down and then took a sharp turn that demanded all the strength in my little hands to keep me in my seat. No sooner had we gone right than we were savagely yanked left and then yanked right again. It was as if the coaster were trying to unseat us and hurl us into the pavement below. All this time my mother was groaning and grunting:
“It is all my fault! You are totally innocent! I am am the one to blame for all this because I am an adult and should know better!”
All this she uttered in agonized tones as if she had been undergoing major surgery without the benefit of anesthesia. I barely heard her above the deafening rattle of the metal wheels on metal tracks and screams of the other riders. It only served to terrify me even more because now I knew that she was as scared as I was and that she needed as much help as I did. In short, we were both in the same nightmare that didn’t seem to have an end.
After what seemed like a hellish eternity of agony, the so-called ride finally came to a stop. We got out feeling as if we had just stared the Grim Reaper in his hideous face and evaded one of his deadly sickle-swipes. Which we probably had since only that man’s warning saved us from flying off in a parabolic trajectory towards the ground at the start.
Needless to say, after hearing my mother describe the ordeal and express her regrets for not having taken his advice, my father responded with:
“I told you so. Didn’t I tell you so? Whoever gets on that ride places his life on a thin thread. I was watching from below as both of you went by and made the sign of the cross!”
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Mijo
a hispanic word used in Hispanic culture to call a male loved one, generally someone younger than you, a son, a lil homie, a lil bro, a child, a loved one whom u care about. It's mostly used in a lot in Latino families, usually by a father, an older brother, an uncle, a cousin, an auntie, a grandmother, you name it. Mijo is among the chilliest Latino words to be called, the word itself carries a lot of love and affection towards those called by it. You know someone loves you when they call you mijo .. It isn't heard of when there's heat, hate, or anger towards family members, the word carries too much love.
Mijo, I love you with all my heart!
www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mijo
Pimpollo= Rosebud
. (colloquial) (attractive person)
a. knockout (colloquial)
El hermano de Tanya es un verdadero pimpollo.Tanya's brother is a real knockout!
b. babe (colloquial)
¿Viste la amiga de Mari? ¡Es un pimpollo!Have you seen Mari's friend? She's a babe!
www.spanishdict.com/translate/pimpollo