Corkscrew Encounter
— A Memoir
BY SETH PAQUAY
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ride, I was nervous. It loomed ahead and I was afraid.
lick, click, click, up the hill on the Corkscrew the car went.
Somehow, I was in that car! With Gramma behind me and
my Dad next to me, I wondered how it happened.
I woke up early in the morning. I could barely sleep
the night before. I got dressed and ran downstairs.
My Dad, with his red hair that stands straight up on his
head, was putting stuff in the car, a red Toyota Yaris. Once he
finished, we went in to say goodbye to my Mom, who had to
stay home with my gray stripped cat and my little pugC Z XZ XHZ^