Going to amusement parks is easily the most exciting and fun time I know how to have. Riding in the back of an extremely fast rollercoaster with a complete stranger because nobody in your family will ride with you is a feeling I would like to have all the time. So naturally, I could not be happier when I go to a local amusement park called Dollywood. I have been to Dollywood the amount of times I have taken a test in school, which is a lot. The last time I went to Dollywood was like every other time I have been: exhilarating and fun. But I guess some days are just meant to be terrible no matter how great they start out.
Roller coasters do not allow you to bring your belongings on the ride with you, for obvious reasons. Your belongings would fly out everywhere and you would likely never see them again. Luckily for me, my family does not ride roller coasters so they just hold my things for me. My mom carried my stuff along with everyone else's stuff in a small, baby sized backpack. The one and only roller coaster in Dollywood my family will ride is Blazing Fury, which is not even a roller coaster at all. It is like a kiddie ride that is somehow acceptable for adults to ride. Bunch of chickens. We always ride this boring ride like five times so my family gets their visit worth of riding since they do not ride anything else. I do not understand why the line for this ride is always so long because it is not that fun at all, however, here I am surrounded by my chicken family and hundreds of other chicken strangers waiting in line for disappointment. After slowly making our way to the front of the line, we put our bag containing my dad’s wallet, his favorite hat, my sunglasses, and some other assorted belongings in the designated cubby hole that everyone is required to leave their things.
If the ride was not already disappointing enough, it got 100% worse when we got off. We get off, my family laughing in amusement, and notice our small backpack of belongings was nowhere to be found. We frantically ask the people running the ride and other strangers getting off if they saw what happened to our belongings. My mom freaking out more than all of us, was cursing the people running the place which did not help our case but I guess she just needed to be mad. We find some security guards from Dollywood and told them all the information like the color of our bag, what was in the bag, and our names. After we all calmed down we did not have the adventure spirit anymore so we headed home in hopes the Dollywood staff would find our bag unbothered. Later that night, my mom gets a phone call from the Dollywood manager saying our bag was found, empty, in the toilet of the women’s restroom. So, yeah, that was totally great, right? Not only did Dollywood send our toilet water soiled bag back to us, they also sent an apology letter. They could have sent lifetime passes for emotional damage but hey, can’t complain.