42 Bronson

The ride begins and ends as quickly as it started. Nikki and I laughed the whole time at my attempt to sit upright on the uncomfortable metal bord. I may have done most of the falls on purples to see the woman laugh and smile.

We’re walking out of the small red and white tent and heading for the next ride when Nikki stops, grabbing my hand and pulling herself closer to my side. She speaks softly, so soft that I have to hold her form tighter to mine and lean my head down to listen. Anyone walking by would assume we are a couple of love birds that can’t keep their hands off each other.

“I know this isn’t exactly what you thought I would have in mind for doing something fun, but the truth is, I’ve embraced this trip as something more. You were right in pushing me. I was afraid of your original words to me because they spoke in volumes of truth.”