Second Grade

I feel a memory coming on.

Once upon a time, my family and I went to Six Flags. It was my first time riding roller coasters (that I can remember. For some reason, there's this picture of me in my photo album crying whilst riding a merry-go-round horse at the fair. I don't remember that, and I probably don't want to because the fair is really just awful. One of the abysmal fair workers probably made me upset like they always do.) Anyway, this time at Six Flags I was having a blast, riding every ride I was tall enough for: Mind Bender, American Scream Machine, you name it- I was there. Except for Batman. That wasn't built yet.

I was fearless.
So I decided to take on the Free Fall.
My dad and sisters got on the ride, and we began to be hoisted up longitudinally before the infamous "fall".
I don't know what suddenly changed, but I got really scared and whimpered, "Can I get down? I don't want to do this anymore."
My dad looked over at me, laughed and said, "It's too late now!"

And then the terrible ride happened.
We fell. I screamed.
And it was over before I knew it; the only thing different was that my back and head hurt terribly.

So that's kind of how I feel about this audit project.
My group and I had this conference call yesterday, and we stayed late talking about our presentation. We're going to have another call on Monday and then prepare all next week for the final presentation on Friday. Then on Friday, the drive to and from Atlanta is going to take so long and then I'm going to be so nervous and stressed about the presentation, and I think I might just swoon.

Can I get down? I don't want to do this anymore.

And all I can think about is my dad's goofy face saying, "It's too late now!"

It will probably be over before I know it, so I'm just going to have to suffer through the head and back pain like I did when I was 6.

"Walk on, walk on, walk on. You can't go back now."
~The Weepies

When you were young,
TWS