I must be crazy for getting up at 7:51 am to write this, but I felt like it needed to be done. For two years now I started seasonal work at a amusement park in South Carolina called Carowinds. Once a year however, in late September all through October, it turns into Scaowinds: Halloween Haunt! It started last year out of the want to have a fun first job, and it didn't help that most of my friends worked there. I was working in the Cemetery maze that was outside dressed up as a dead Amelia earhart. My jacket was way to big, I was way to shy and small, and the flighter pilot's cap was nothing more than a shiny pleather cap held on my head by a pair of yellow tinted ski goggles. I was scared of my co-workers and how oddly close they were to me and how far they could be. Got sick as a dog the first day because of a smoke maker up in my face, but....it was so much fun. When it was all said and done I thought I would be coming back next year for yet another better and more fun season, but life likes to throw things at you, and sometimes you just have to get out of the way or get a black eye. I had to run away from home half way through my senior year in my high school to new york to live with my father. It's a dream, but...till I got out of the new school I was the loneliest person. Caused a lot of fights in my house, but soon as school was over things were fine. To my surprise I got an e-mail saying I was welcomed to come back for a second season of Scarowinds, and while I'm still able, I took up that offer. Flew back down to stay with my mother and worked his whole second season! Though this time I got hurt a lot....say...three of my fingers caught up in a drop box? I was in a three finger split for at least a week. I wasn't so shy this time, had a better time with my co-workers, scared my bosses once or twice, and now it's all over again. This time forever. The memories are something to be held close, but....it's kinda sad that this is most likely the last time I'll be having a chance to make those memories again.