Prologue

A cable car in my mind would be a little cart hung on a thick long piece of rope,like the ones in New York ,that hang in the air ,overlooking the big city.

Day 1
Where’re there! Where’re there! I shouted happily.
Wow!!! It was loud crowded ,just what you would expect
from a huge city like San Francisco. Wow! The line was so long,that it stretched for miles!!! After that, everything started
To slow down. My mom bought us some fast food from the nearby Burger King.
A hour later,we FINALLY got to the front of the line!!! BUT,we had to wait for the cable car that goes to flower street and fisherman’s wharf.While we waited, we took pictures for each other.
Once when I was taking a photo on a cable car I almost fell, It started to move!! (there was a person in it)
20 mins had passed and we were ready to board!
The ride was uneven ,with bumps&hills,The air was hot&sticky,with chatter mixed in.
Screech!!!we stopped & people stepped on.”why do they get to get on?” I asked my mom.”because, this is a cable car stop.”my mom replied .