I walk to Kokomos slowly, hanging back behind my mom. The cold air in the building, more like a prison, smells like stale pizza and makes me shiver and wish for the jacket that I left at home. I really don’t want to be here.  Ahead of me my cousins rush past excited that they get to do what they want.
    My mother walks up to the counter. “Kay, Jules, what do you want to do?” I look over longingly at the laser tag station, and it stares back at me mockingly, knowing just knowing that I am wearing flip flops and that I have no one to play with.
   “Nothing.” I say put out.
    My mom sighed and turns toward me, flashing the look. “You have to do something.”
  I look again at the options: put-put golf, bumper boats, go karts, a roller coaster, some stupid water game, and the no good, laser tag course.
   My aunt’s fiancé glances at me pleadingly as my cousins try to convince him to go on the roller coaster. After a brief conversation with our eyes, I relent. “Fine,” I sighed, tasting the bitterness in my mouth. “I guess I’ll go on the roller coaster, and maybe even play put-put.” My mom smiles and gives me a one arm hug. 
   My cousin waits until everyone has their tickets before grasping my hand and dragging me out towards the ride. There is only two of us, and the place is pretty deserted, so it is weird getting on a full size coaster. But as the one guy presses the button, I put on a smile and lifted my hands up high. We go up and down and around in circles. To tell the truth it was kind of fun feeling. The whooshing wins press sharply on my face, despite the scary creak and sway of the track.
   At the end of the night, we play put-put golf on their outside course. It was fun for the first few holes. Though no one was really sure who was going when or what anyone’s score was. My little cousins and I where atrocious at the mock sport. Both of us kept either hitting the ball completely off the course or taking twenty shots to get the ball in. So in a way it was a good thing no one was keeping score.
   But when the lights set up around the course started turning on I started having less and less fun because I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Everyone else was getting bothered by them too, but no one knew what to do. The adults didn't even have bug spray. Ugh. So after the ninth hole, my aunt suggested we just skip to the eighteenth and throw away the balls. So everyone trudged through the course, itching, and scratching as they made toward the exit.
  Finally, we were able to leave the cursed place behind and got into our cars, heading for the comforts of home.  Kokomos looming in the background.