After watching Uptown Girls, with Dakota Fanning and the late Brittany Murphy, I had high expectations for Coney Island. I wanted my irresponsible nanny to show me what childhood should’ve been like, while riding a spinning teacup. I imagined an East Coast, Santa Monica Pier scene, but unfortunately I was faced with what I imagined the Jersey Shore to be. To be completely fair, it was daytime in mid-August, and the sun was out and proud. If I had researched anything about Coney Island beforehand, I probably would’ve been advised against going at that specific time. I went with my school, for an orientation activity, so we had wristbands that would give us access to all the rides (supposedly). The walk from the subway station to the park wasn’t far at all. Upon arrival at the actual park, I was unimpressed. There weren’t a lot of rides, and the ones present were uninviting. The group I was with decided to hop in line for a couple of rides, but we were told that our wristbands hadn’t been activated, which we weren’t told needed to be done at all, so we didn’t go on anything. The only good thing to come out of the whole experience was the hot dog I consumed on the boardwalk. I didn’t buy one from Nathan’s, because I just found another place first, but it was the perfect summer, comfort food for that moment. The scene at Coney Island is very eclectic, to say the least. There is not a hint of glamour, or even novelty for that matter. I saw two police officers go after people selling fruit on a stick, while a captive audience booed. If I were to return, it would be during autumn or spring and I would have the proper instructions for my wristband and I would visit the Aquarium on the boardwalk, because it looked innocent enough. Always get a hot dog, though.