Disclaimer: The content in normal font is the original text from the journal I wrote on this trip when I was eleven, and my comments from current 22-year-old me has about younger me’s writing are italicized.
Day 8
We had breakfast at the hotel. It was a buffet also, but they didn’t have bacon or anything like that. I had two pieces of toast, rice congee, black tea and other stuff that wasn’t very good. To the Chinese I am tall. I stand at a solid 152.4 cm! We went to a museum and saw a lot of ancient artifacts. After that we went to the Jin Mao Tower. It is 88 stories high. I got an ice cream cone and got in the elevator to the 87th floor observation deck. I got sick because I am still afraid of heights. Ew. I got a sprite to slow down the taste. That doesn’t even make sense. Good job. I had lunch down at the bottom of the building. The only people that weren’t with us were Max, Mac, Lynn, and Gary. We ended up seeing them briefly but they didn’t come back with us. We had lunch at the tower. I had a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and an apple puff. We ate a lot of American food for not being in America. I don’t do that anymore on principle. On our way to a psychedelic tunnel under water, teenage boys came up and tugged on my backpack. I would say this wasn’t my best experience but it was okay. I mean I survived. Aunt Tracy yelled at them aha. Silly hooligans. The tunnel was cool because there were different sections of lights that you could get a seizure from the flashing. We went to the hotel and watched some diving. Damn they have skills! We took showers and then met downstairs to go to an acrobatic show. Even I could do some of that stuff. Only some though.
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