My family isn’t the most exciting when it comes to Spring Break trips. We decided to leave California for Ohio. We got our rental car, and I proceeded to bury myself in my Gameboy, ignoring the signs that welcomed me to the Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, which doubles as a plane museum. I was enjoying myself thoroughly at the museum until, out of the blue, fate took a nosedive. I learned that not only reading the signs, but also following what they say, can be most useful.
It was a hot summer day and the massive warehouse that housed the hundreds of planes on display was growing increasingly uncomfortable. My sister and I decided to venture off from our family group. This was nothing out of the ordinary since we were really close and enjoyed each other’s company much more than that of our overheated parents. The sweltering heat began to get to us as well, and eventually we decided to embark on a quest to find the coolest area of the museum.
Upon our travels we spotted a hilariously named group of airplane pilots, which we still make jokes to this day about, called the Wild Weasels. As entertaining as that was, we soon grew bored.
Apparently the Wild Weasels are no joking, or boring, matter, unless you're 13. They flew at Mach 2 and took out anti-air missile silos in Vietnam. They are still around and still doing the same kind of sorties. Although, seeing a weasel fly at about 1,400 mph might hold some humor; yet I digress.
“Maybe we should just sit somewhere,” Jenna suggested out of helplessness.
“No, no,” I said.
I thought that we could find a cool liberation eventually if we looked hard enough. However, I soon found out just how large the warehouse was.
When you’re talking about an air force base, you’re not talking about benches. You’re also not talking about air conditioning, even in the bathrooms.
Since we were penniless children who still completely relied on our parents, whom we could no longer find, we became increasingly exhausted, with no means of procuring a beverage.
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