When you want to go to a park, it can be difficult to tell if you’re actually going to have a bad time.
When I arrived at Savannah Ga Attractions in July 2020, there was no guarantee of safety.
It had been in operation since 2012, but the staff at the park hadn’t been around long enough to really get a sense of its quality.
The entrance to Savannah Ga was guarded by a security guard, who wore a mask and a bullet-proof vest.
In the morning, the gates opened and I was ushered into a small room, where there were two rows of seats facing out towards the park.
At one end of the room, I sat in one of the back rows.
I had to hold my breath, as the noise of passing vehicles, the clank of chains and the clatter of footsteps in the air made it hard to concentrate.
My seat was close to the fence at the entrance, but this meant there was a very limited space for me to sit and relax.
There was also a security officer in the middle of the aisle, who seemed to be following me closely.
One of the security officers looked at me from behind the curtain.
He seemed to have just given me a few bad looks.
Then he leaned forward and looked me in the eyes, his eyes searching for any indication of my identity.
“You look familiar,” he said.
What I had no clue about was that I was in the presence of a man with a gun.
This is what it felt like to be inside the Savannah Ga attraction.
From there, it was only a matter of time before someone walked by, but I was too stunned to react.
But the next day, I did.
That’s when I realised something was wrong.
After a couple of minutes, the security guard came back and said I was allowed in.
And that’s when it happened.
Just like that, I was no longer in Savannah Ga.
We’re in a state of lockdown in Georgia.
We have a lockdown at the Savannah Georgia attraction.
I think that’s what they call a ‘hot spot’ where the police can go and find you.
We’re being watched everywhere you go.
We need to be able to go out and do something about it.
You might not know this, but people are dying on the roads in Georgia every day.
Last week, I spent four hours in a police car trying to explain to a reporter how we could go out to our cars and take pictures.
They told me we had to have some sort of identification and that if we didn’t, the police would be able go around and see us.
To my surprise, I got no answer.
So I called in a few of my friends to get a copy of the police report.
Now, this was only the second time that I had been to Savannah.
About three months earlier, I had taken my friends out to Savannah and we went out to see a new attraction.
We had been looking forward to it, and were so excited to have another opportunity to experience it.
But then I got a text from my friend who had been out and about the day before, saying that they had found out about a fatal accident and had to get back home.
Two days later, they were all in the same car and I couldn’t even drive home.
I called my dad and I said, ‘Dad, we need to go back to Georgia.’
I couldn-t believe it.
I didn’t know it was going to be like this.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
So I went back and I called the police station and I spoke to a couple officers, but they couldn’t get through to me.
Eventually, they finally did manage to speak to me, and it turns out that the officers were actually doing it all for free.
An officer in Georgia told me that they were going to use the information that I provided to them to put more people in jail.
On the other hand, the officer in Savannah said, “I’m going to let you go, but if you come back again, you’ll be charged.”
The officers in Savannah didn’t seem too concerned about that, but what about me?
I said, I’m sorry, but as an artist, I’d like to make a living.
And I’d prefer to be free.
And they said, Well, if you don’t come back, you won’t be charged.
Once again, I said I don’t care.
But it wasn’t going to make me stop trying to take pictures of Savannah Ga attractions.
It didn’t make me feel better.
It just made me feel worse.
I don-t know how to explain this.
If we’re going to put