The Worst End to a Perfect Trip
(Cornwall, Ontario, Canada)
Parc La Ronde in Montreal
It all started sometime during August, during summer break. My family and I went on a trip to Montreal, in Quebec. The city had many malls and restaurants, so we found many things to do. We bought a whole lot of things, and got really attached to them.
The two nights that we were in town, we stayed in a hotel. We all showed each other the clothing that we had gotten, and for me (since I was young), I showed my parents the toys I had bought.
The last day of our trip, we went to an amusement park, named La Ronde. We parked in the huge parking lot, and walked over to the front entrance. The entire day, we went on rides, roller coasters, ate good junk food, and drank all kinds of unhealthy drinks. It was great.
By the end of the day, we stopped to pick up a little bit of food at a restaurant. Once we were done, we managed to squeeze in a few more rides. The last one we went on was "Le Super Manège" (in english: The super ride).
It was a pretty slow roller coaster, but it had two continuous corkscrews. We went upside down, slowly coming back to normal. I was nearly sick! Everything seemed great.
We all returned to the front exit, left the park, and went to the parking lot. When we got to our car, we didn't notice that anything was wrong. My father opened his door and popped the trunk, which was open for everyone to see. My sister was about to put our things in it, when she noticed that it was empty. All of our things were gone.
Tears came to my eyes, and I started to mourn for my lost things. All my favourite toys, which I had taken for the trip, were gone. All my favourite clothes were gone. My sister was beside me, filled up with anger and sadness. All her makeup, clothes, and things
were gone as well.
My father tried to be the mature one in the family. He held in his anger and tried to find a logical way out of this situation. My mother was so angry, in a way I had never seen her before. She was mad that someone had hurt my sister and I in that way.
Nobody was around, but we did notice some glass on the ground, a few cars down. The robber had hit more than one car that night. We eventually found out that he had busted a small side window, and had unlocked the door from there. He had taken everything of ours, except for one of my favourite things, my Mickey Mouse.
It took us nearly an hour to find a pay phone, call some different people, and then go to the nearest police station. We then had to make a list of all the things that we had lost, making us remember everything we held dear. That was one of the worst moments of my life. We were all exhausted, and scared. I never want to feel that way again.
We eventually drove home, with cold air rushing through our broken window. I huddled against my mother, who had chosen to sit beside me on the ride back. We finally made it home, an hour and a half after that. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning. My sister and I, scared that someone might come for us at night, decided to sleep in my parents' bed. We barely slept that night.
The next morning, my parents had settled things with our insurance, and canceled our credit card (since the robber would have seen its number on receipts). We weren't able to replace all of our things, or the memories we had made, but until this day, I cannot regret what had happened. We had learned that objects don't mean as much as family, and that as long as you have that, you will be okay.