Magic Mountain Adventure
May 25th, 2002
Memorial day weekend is a weekend for many to remember, and a weekend for many to forget. A three-day weekend is ample reason to forget the stress and duties that accompany everyday life. I was no exception. My friend Ernie and his fiancée Jeanette were kind enough to ask me to go on vacation with them on Memorial Day weekend. Our plan was to leave on Friday to go to his dad’s house, which was in Ontario, California. We would sleep there for the night, and then the next day we would go to the beach for the day. On Sunday, we would go to Magic Mountain in Valencia, California.
On Friday, I anxiously awaited my last class to get out from DeVry. After that, I rushed home and began packing. We left for California around six at night. The trip over was uneventful, and we arrived at Ernie’s dad’s house at around midnight. We slept in until nine o’clock. We decided to eat breakfast first before heading out to the beach.
