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Cedar point
When the morning had slowly passed by between streets and lights, I had my first dream come true following the smooth, dark, paved road and the sun’s reflection on the silver highway.
Up ahead, was a brisk feeling,
Feeling of refreshing water and tangy salt
You could hear the waves crashing up against the million dollar sand and then going back like a pendulum, back and forth, back and forth.
We were deep in thought by then, just waiting until I heard the screams of the excited people.
I begged my dad to hang onto me tightly and to never let me go no matter what happened
“ Dad please hold my hand”. By then the tears streamed like a waterfall rushing down the river.
And I reached. Our hands connected, and we enjoyed the moment we had together.
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