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A Visit to Imagica Theme Park

 


A Visit to Imagica Theme Park by Eva Kumar (29029) Grade 2


My trip to Imagica Theme Park.


I went to Imagica with my brother, parents, grandparents, uncle, aunt and cousin. I made friends with a boy named Arjun there. My father told me that I will meet him (Arjun is the son of my father’s friend). Arjun and I went on almost every ride together.


We had lots of fun on the rides. One of the memorable rides was a Mr. India ride. I felt like we flew around Imagica. But my favourite ride was Humpty’s Fall. It has a set of seats attached to a huge column. The seats go up high and come back down. I enjoyed the amazing view from the top.  I liked that ride so much that I wish to go there again.


There also was a cafe. We had delicious food and refreshing drinks. It was so much fun. When I visit my grandparents’ house again, I would like to go back there. This time, I want to visit the snow park.

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  1. Anand Kumar10 May 2021 at 12:55

    Eva is brilliant girl and she observed minutely each and every ride.
    As a grandparents I wish to come again here and enjoy ride again.

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  2. Aniket Kumar10 May 2021 at 12:57

    Amazing.
    Very nicely described :-)

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  3. Dullu10 May 2021 at 14:25

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  4. Unknown10 May 2021 at 14:58

    Wow! I am proud that you have written your first blog so nicely.
    Being a your grandma I am eagerly waiting to come back again ,so we will enjoy very much.

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  5. Dullu10 May 2021 at 15:58


    My god..how impressive eva.Nicely written.hope next time I ll also join you at Imagica and create some wonderful memories.

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