A memory is when me and my friends were at Kings Island and we were having fun. We were on a ride that hurt our heads-the ride was made of wood-I did not even feel my phone leave my pocket. I lost my phone and I did not know my moms number so I could not tell my friends to text her-So I decided to wait for her to come pick me up and I waited around 4 hours on a hard bench before she got to Kings Island to get me because I lost my phone and eventually I saw her-she was finally there to pick me up . Then she got me a new phone so iI would not have to do that again.