My name’s Kylie. Let’s get to it. I’m the wife of my husband Mino and the mom of my daughter Kits, who is 8. Last week we went to 6 Flags for a last fun thing before Kits goes back to 1^(st) grade. I thought it’d be a good time to go the park because ¾ of the schools in town are back in session, but it was like Black Friday. When we got to the park, Kits wanted a hot salt pretzel, and I don’t blame her..,we skipped breakfast to get there in-time for opening. Our first priority however should’ve been the rollercoaster Kits wanted to go on most. She’s brave for liking big coasters, I feared internal decapitation when I was her age. Irregardless, I go on rollercoasters now because I don’t want Kits and Mino going on them alone, together. The coaster aready had one of the worst waiting lines I’ve ever witnessed, due in part to the hot heat and the suffocating narrowness of the scalding-to-the-touch metal railings. The worst part was the clan inline in front of us. It was another family of 3. They had a kid, a son, I thought, who is probably 4 or 5. Before we could get inline, we had to wait for this family to get inline. The kid barely passed the height requirement. He was right below the inch minimum, and he was wearing platform sneakers. I think I heard one of the parents say, “she (?) was tall enough last year!” and then they were let in. Thus begun our 65 min. wait. Time goes by so slowly. Standing in line behind that family was in sufferable. The child absolutely had not been on that coaster before. He said so himself. The mom told him, “you won’t know if you like it until you try it!” Huh? That’s what you to say to kids trying new foods, not when they’re gonna ride on a wishawhirling bubblecupping rollercoaster they’re too small for. I butted in just once to ask these people why they lied to the ride attendant about their kid’s height. The mom abruptly responded, “Oh! Like you never used a fake ID,” but the dad interrupted her and just said “Thank you” before turning to tell his son “don’t talk to strangers even if they try to talk to you.” Tension. Funny how time flies when you’re having fun, right? Just kidding. Time goes by. So slowly. As we got closer, the child in front of us started crying. 5 year olds don’t cry like THAT over nothing. If those parents had any sense, they’d go straight to the exit. Kits was getting antsy and kept trying to get infront of this family, but they would literally shove her back with their legs. Tension II. I had enough of them. It was time for the next loading of riders, and when those parents were distracted, I sweeped my family in front of them. This worked perfectly so that we got on the ride and they’d be first in line for the next round. Kits had a greatass time on the coaster. But afterward, I noticed that both parents we cut in front of had passed out from heat exhaustion. They were fine, but maybe that wouldn’t have happened if they’d felt the rush of a fast coaster. Am I the drama?