Rebekah Staggs

As part of my twelve year old’s summer wishes we went to a water park. These are a few of the thoughts I had while there…

• Sunblock!
• Why am I up here and what do I do with my slippers now?
• Once I push off there is no going back.
• Must. Sit. Up. Can’t.
• Hold on to my slippers. Hold on to my slippers…
• Your mother lets you dress (or undress) like that?
• So hungry.
• What were you thinking when you got THAT tattooed on you?
• Floating.
• Wow, that’s a teen pregnancy waiting to happen.
• Floating.
• Must not smash the little brat that just hit me in the face with his tube.
• Floating.
• An actual Swim DRESS. Cool. Kudos to you!
• Floating.
• I wonder what that tattoo was before pregnancy and weight gain took it for a ride?
• Sunblock!
• Okay, I’ll slide again. This time I’ll sit up. Can’t stay sitting up!
• Seriously? Six shooters tattooed on your shoulder blades?
• So hungry.
• Hot feet. Hot feet!
• Ice Cream!
• Melting.
• And that boys and girls is what happens when you push people out of the way and run up the stairs…
• When did body piercings become the majority of young females AND males?
• Thirsty, hot, and hungry again.
• Ow. I’m getting too old for this kind of thing.