Louis, Missouri my sister Christie became separated from my cousin and I while stretching our independence.
It was the scorching summer of 1995; I was in Neodeshea, Kansas, visiting my Dad for the summer. Every summer my dad takes our family on a vacation. This year my family, including my dad, step-mom, sister, cousin, and myself were going to the Arch in St. Louis, then on to Branson, Missouri to Silver Dollar City theme park. The Arch is a gigantic masterpiece; it stands about 150 feet tall, and it possesses similar features of the McDonald arches. Scattered around the arch are a wide variety of gift shops and concession stands. We rode in a 1989 silver Jeep Cherokee with oxidized paint; the interior had gray cloth seats, which trapped the heat inside of the vehicle. We traveled in 100-degree weather with no air conditioning the whole way from Kansas to Missouri nevertheless; I didn't care because I was ecstatic about the vacation that was in store. .
We drove for three full days before arriving at the Arch, but the long drive was worth every minute. When we finally got there I was notably impressed with how large the Arch was. The elevator ride sounded remarkably convincing, the sights are said to be incredible; I couldn't wait to take a journey up. My cousin Justin and I were ten years old and my sister Christie was eleven. My dad trusted us to walk around by ourselves at the park only if we stay together. My dad had always been skeptical about kids walking around by themselves, but he thought we were responsible enough to do so. It was a great feeling of independence that my dad had enough trust to allow us to walk through the park alone. .
Ten minutes after being separated from our parents, Christie decided she wanted to go to some of the gift shops to look at the immense variety of souvenirs however, Justin and I had other ideas. We wanted to walk around the park, not to look at souvenirs.