The amusement park

The first ride was an easy float above a wave. It turned up and down and side-to-side, a view of the river all the time. The second was the scare. Tossed up the tower to the top, and dangled in the air. We screamed mad laughter as the top twirled around and dropped us stories to the floor.

We bought bunny ears and hamburgers, took pictures of funny photo booths. Got soaked on the log ride, waited too long in lines. Threw hands up as our end of the Viking ship hurtled itself towards the end of the park.

First the rollercoaster, then the rain, time to go inside. But first, bumper cars, watched in wonder as Koreans drove without slamming others to the curb. Held back racist driving jokes, and waited for our turn. When it came, we had no mercy, wild eyes and feet to the floor.

And as they watched us destroy ourselves, two Koreans laughed from the sideline. So they said, with a shaking head, just loud enough for us to hear: White people.