a first person narative for english 101 called "We Make Memories"

WE MAKE MEMORIES The air smelled of popcorn and the sun was a giant red ball on the horizon. The midway was packed with people, as it is every Sunday, the last night of the show. All of the rides had just lit up as the sun would set in another twenty minutes. The lights would keep the midway as bright as mid-day. I was working my way through the crowd, on the way back …

…going to be a long night" Taz told them. Laughing they both grunted their agreement. "CLEAR!" I yelled as I started turning the ride. The Diver started moving, slowly at first like it was moving through tar, but steadily gaining speed. The inevitable screams began as they always do when the ride is at top speed just like the show's matto, we were making memories for yet another town. Everything was as it should be.