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In my big extended family, Memorial Day=Lagoon Day! The Sunday before Memorial Day is when we visit the graves, leave flowers, then have a spaghetti dinner at my house. My grandma has been going to Lagoon on this day since she was little, so it's a fun family tradition. We got their before it opened and dad, Ruby, and Ari went to hit the new ride; Air Race before the line got too long. Xanthe wasn't tall enough to ride it, so I went on some other rides with her. Her favorite ride is Bombora and the Jumping Chinese Dragon. Tolly loves the whales and I even took him on Ladybug Bop. His face was priceless! He didn't cry, but when we went down he looked worried and tightened up his mouth. He said that it tickled his tummy. Even Tizzy went on one ride, the Little Tidalwave. It almost put her to sleep! One of the best parts of Lagoon Day are grandma's chocolate chews, delish!




9th grade Lagoon Day was just as fun. I went over to my friend Alexa's house to have a huge crepe breakfast that was amazing! Ella, Alex, Denali, Brynn, Casey, Evyn, Kylie, Kenna, and Bethany were my "lagoon group" I guess you could say. I was so glad we stayed together there were some weird people there. Some looked a ton older than 9th graders, and let's just say most of the girls' outfits were hardly outfits at all. We laughed about how obvious it was that we were the Nice, Mormon Girls'. We stood out, but in a good way.
Oh, and I finally went on Wicked for the first time! I closed my eyes the whole time and was terrified, but still did it. I didn't go on Colossus because I've heard so many people faint on the second up-side-down loop, and I don't like passing out. My friend even bribed me with rasberry-filled chocolate and flowers, but I just couldn't do it. Maybe next time! It was a really fun day!
 *Note for future 9th graders: Bring a home lunch filled with small, yummy snacks you can eat in line. The lines for the food at Lagoon were ridiculously long, and cut into our ride-time.

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