Little Inklings 2025

THE LITTLE YELLOW ROLLERCOASTER By Lily Merrick ’29 I grew up next to the park. If you asked me, I’d say if you listen closely, You can understand the little birds’ chirps. The park felt like my whole other universe A place where I could use my imagination to create the colors beside me. But my favorite thing though, my favorite, The little yellow roller coaster. Though it was small, I made do. It felt like it was made for me, it could fit my little tush so perfectly. Even though I went on it multiple times a day, I never got bored of it. One particular day, one I could never forget, I left that park. And the next time I entered that park, I ran to the little yellow roller coaster, And for the first time ever I didn’t fit. All the wonderful memories, the colors around me, melted into darkness. The wonderful scent of the plants turned into a different kind of plant. Then there it was, I left that park, for the last day. That was the day that my flippy sequin shirts turned into crop tops. The day where I put on lipstick instead of princess lip smackers. Oh what I would do to go back on that little yellow roller coaster. 30