To the center of my chest.
My memories at amusement parks are never polite or welcoming. I never revisit them unless the topic is mentioned. They are advertised as the dream of a young child which seems to have suited some but instead I am forced to think of sticky skin and clenched hands on fast rides. In my preteens, one of my best friends scraped her toe on the gravel in the hot summer sun. The joy of water parks is...