When I was younger, I used to love going to amusement parks because roller coasters fascinated me. These beastly machines are usually made of steel or wood, can go as fast as 120 miles per hour, and reach the height of 420 feet. It amazes me why average people like me would trade the tranquility of the ground to be high up in the air, being tossed around with such brutality and roughness, like vegetables in a food processor. Even still I enjoyed riding these fast amazing machines, sometimes so fast, that no matter how hard I tried to scream, my cry would not come out, as if it was trapped… A photograph is something I can look at and it can bring back so many memories. When I look at my family in that picture, I can take myself back to that day. My family is people I love and become happy to know that they are there for me when I need them. Seeing this picture of when I was younger, I can remember hearing my mother saying I love you in a soft, comforting voice. I can feel her soft hands on my hand as my brother is next to me making funny noises. Hearing my father say knocks it off to my brother and I can feel the feeling of warmth knowing I have these people in my life. I can remember the first time my parents let me and bought me a cell phone. I got that overwhelming of being grown up and being able to be a little more independent. Feeling as if I was someone older then I was, I never wanted to put my phone down. I felt as if people looked at my differently because I was on the phone and actually using it. I remembered the warmth it gave off when I was on the phone and the buzzing noise it made when someone called or texted me. When I was younger, taking an elevator was a scary moment. Roaring noises came from the closed doors as the button turns orange and the sound