I just got the most intense creeped
out feeling. I got the chills all over and almost had a panic
attack. I'm sitting here still shaking and trying not to cry
and all I did was look at a couple of pictures. I was looking
through this thing of abandoned amusment parks
there were pictures and the stories
of what happened to them. I seen a picture of one called
Jazzland, it didn't even register at first because it's
been like 10 and a half years for me. I looked at the little
paragraph about it and that's when it hit me. Jazzland
was the Six Flags in New
Orleans, It shut down after Katrina went through. I didn't
know that though, I didn't know that it ever shut down. But
looking at the pictues of it falling apart like that got to me
for some reason. I can close my eyes and remember what it
looked like and remember what the
people sounded like. Being there that day is one of the few clear
memories I have with my dad from when I was little. Seeing those
pictures was like watching a memory fall apart. I feel scared for
some reason now, I feel like
I'm loosing that memory and a small piece of myself. Trying
to recall that memory now feels like trying to recall a
nightmare, everything is warped and twisted. That was one memory
that I never wanted to let go of and now it's broken.
