As the sun set, painting the Alabama sky orange and pink, Leo hugged DeMarcus goodbye. “You made the map real,” he said.
The day arrived, hot and hazy, the air thick with humidity and the smell of sunscreen and fried dough. They bolted through the gates, past the towering “Twister Serpent” and the “Huntsville Hurricane.” But Leo stopped at the edge of the “Lil’ Sippy Creek,” a small play area for toddlers. His shoulders slumped. waterpark in alabama
DeMarcus winked. “Maps show where things are. Kindness shows you how to use them.” As the sun set, painting the Alabama sky