"Narnia"

“Narnia”

            In the blazing sun, I roller bladed around the entire neighborhood, all day with my friends, with the present my uncle had gotten me the year before. In my brother’s shorts and tee shirt, I raced home to my mom. With a ginormous smile, she asked “Guess where you’re going next week?” She had enrolled me into summer camp at the YMCA.

           I woke up to the yellow/orange sun and checkered shadows on my face, as my body screamed for more sleep. Like a sack of potatoes, I sagged off my bed and crawled to the bathroom. Electrocuted with a burst of energy, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put my clothes on. Grabbing my packed brown bagged lunch, I clenched my teeth and walked out the door. The minutes must have had melted away into seconds by the sun because I was already in front of the YMCA. With my mom’s hand glued to mine, butterflies and blushed skin, I held my head high and walked in. The rooms were rainbows and the people were unicorns. My mouth dropped and my hand squeezed even tighter.

          Taking another fresh breath of air, I followed a lady with a bright red shirt. I, too, was wearing a bright red shirt with many others wearing a bright red shirt. Following this lady like little ducklings out into the scorching sun, I sat on the wooden bench underneath a breezy tree as its leaves fanned me. With eyes wide opened, a girl with braids ran over to feel the gushing wind of the same tree, but it was not enough. Hunched over, I heard a great roar as all the “animals” began running towards the sound. I grabbed my friend’s hand and we headed to “Narnia,” a place in which the heat could be defeated with many possibilities. At this place, the Blue Raspberry snowball cured me and looking at my friend, she smiled and ordered, as I reached into my pocket to pay.

12 years later, we often visit Narnia because she still owes me 50 blue raspberry snow cones.