A Helicopter Ride at Rye Playland

Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my brother and I fly.
Until the ride ends.
summertime
Robert and I race
to the next ride
Photo by Ben Konfrst





