Our Trip to Whiteface Mountain !

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Our Trip to Whiteface Mountain2


W. Peter Sanci   July 25th/ 20083

Well hello again to all my friends at allpoetry.com.
I haven’t been in the mood to write for a while.
Have you ever been to “ Whiteface Mountain, it’s near Lake Placiad New York .
Off we all went in the car, which was a brand new
Station wagon.
Whever we went somewhere traveling as a family my
Lovely Auntie Winnie with us, her husband my Uncle my Uncle Phil, never wanted us to stay around and
Watch what happens to out our little family, she was
always a pleasure to have around, it was like having
two moms.
My dad wanted to go to WhiteFace Mountain in New
York !
So we all piled into our new wagon, and headed off.
We stopped for the night at a nice
hotel along the way.
The next day we were all up early, anxious to see this famous mountain.
So we finally get there, and my dad says, “ Alright,
Who wants to go to the top of the mountain with me on the chair lift ? ”
Being the eldest I foolishly put my hand up.
“ Great, let’s get going Pete.” Well my friends
there it was standing right in front of me.
My nemesis, the root of my udoing. As I hated heights and being closed in perhaps this was not a
wise choice for me even to go up on this chair lift.
And it wasn’t even a whole chair.
Well my dear old dad almost ran up to get in his seat, me the attandents practically had to pry into theat chair.
As we started to go higher and higher, I started to cry,, and more like scream.
It startled everyone. Wow who is that screaming asked one of the attendants.
Well, naturally everone’s eyes turned toward’s me.
Finakky after what seemed a lifetime, we got to the top.
“Okay, ” my dad said, that was the hard part, now we have to go back down, I shook my head and started to scream once more.4

Years later, my own family decided to re visit this old mountain.
But much to my astoinishment, I found out you
could drive up to the top in the comfot of your own car.
Well when we got home the first thing Idid was to call my dad, “ Dad, did you know that you could drive the car up to the top of White Face Mountain ? ”
“ Yes my son, ” was all he said.I
“ And you made me go up in that stupid chair lift thing, crying the whole way up ?? ”
“ Yes again,” And do you know why ? ”
“ This better be good.” I said under my breath.
“ I did It to help mould you’re character into the good man you are today.”
And with a great answer like that who could stay mad .
So we hugged and went into dinner.