Descriptive Essay About A Festival

About seven years ago, I went to Six Flags for the first time ever. I was only about ten years old at the time, and of course I was extremely nervous. I had a lot of questions about it because of course it was all new to me with it being my first time going to an amusement park. I had asked about the big rides they have of course, the really popular water park they have at Six Flags, and of course I had to ask about the good amusement park food. As soon as I got there, my heart instantly dropped.

I hopped in Dad’s car to head to Disney World in Florida. It took us 30

The Mississippi State Fair comes to Jackson, Mississippi during the fall season. My favorite things about the state fair are the food, rides, and the entertainment.

Have you seen those weird music festival T-shirts that people wear and wonder what someone could possibly want to wear that for? While they’re sometimes meant to catch attention of people so they may want to look up the festival, it also serves as a reminder for many amazing memories for the two or three-day event. For a long time now music has changed people’s lives in many ways. It has brought people to fame and lifted many out of depressions. But, to those who haven’t experienced a festival, or even live music in general, you have been missing out an amazing social experience like no other. From the kings of festivals like Woodstock or Coachella to the lesser known ones like Rock on the Range (Hard rock/metal based) and Day for Night (variety) there are hundreds to pick from. One of my favorites is Carolina Rebellion which takes place right in this state.

“I don’t wanna die!”, the lady next to me screamed. My already scared mind was now even more afraid. It had all started when I wanted to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain. It was Summer 2015 and we were in Los Angeles at the time. After much begging with my parents, we finally decided to go to Six Flags. As we pulled into the parking lot, I was amazed at how tall the rides were. Then I felt my heart sink as I started to feel nervous. We bought our tickets and walked to the Lex Luthor’s Drop of Doom ride. My dad said that it would be a good ride to get us into the mood. As we walked to the line, I could feel the heat of the black asphalt reflecting back onto me. It was over 30 degrees and there was no nearby shade. The sun was shining in my eyes, but we eventually made it to the lineup. The line was located in a building resembling a shed. The moment we stepped in, I could feel the air conditioning cooling my face. This was it, only half an hour worth of waiting in line left. Eventually, we started to move in the line and soon we got to the point where the line exits the shed and is outside. We were almost there. I could feel it! Then people started pushing against us. I heard murmur in the crowds. People were leaving the line. I asked one of the Six Flags employees what was happening. She told me that the ride had broken down and they were waiting to repair it. My heart started racing and my mind began to panic. The threat of the ride breaking down on me and potentially dying

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

It is Saturday, November 14, 2015 at Mesa, Arizona. A large crowd occupies large spaces all over downtown attending different stages of the first Mesa Musical Festival. Facing the Automotive Callahan Stage at Il Vinaio Restaurant, and only moments after a Rock 'n Roll band finish its performance, the place begins to fill with a public made up of many familiar faces. Voices in Spanish are confused with the English. Suddenly, some musicians begin to take the stage. Six, eight, ten, twelve, fourteen people in total with a lot of musical instruments: keyboards, drums, congas, trumpet, bass, guitars, maracas, cuatro. The music starts, and immediately the public begin jumping, singing,

The blazing hot sun beamed down on my skin as the song “Mardi Gras Mambo,” a traditional song almost everyone in Louisiana has heard once before replayed continuously and the shouts, “Throw me some beads mister,” overwhelmed me. For years, I had waited to finally be a part of this, no longer was I an average citizen at the corner of Capitol Street, hoping to be in knowledge. I was a part of something grand, Mardi Gras. This was the first time I was getting to ride on the float with my older cousins and other various family members. I never realized how much work was put in to ensure success by the end of the night. I remeber how I stayed awake the night before, restlessly pacing across the floor. It was to the point that I begin making a checklist, as I scuffled my feet across the house, making sure that everything was in place.

We’ve all heard of the festival being a scene with women flashing for beads and I totally expected the streets (especially Bourbon Street) to be filled with half-naked drunk people. What I found instead, were elaborately dressed festival-goers of all ages celebrating, laughing and expressing themselves through music, art, and dance. While many costumes and signs were humorous and outrageous, I never once felt anything other than love and positivity around

Straight ahead large groups of people walk around with their families, laughing, holding hands, and eating great smelling food. As I walk into the festival I look ahead to the grass field. Under shaded trees young couples sit and enjoy cotton candy and hot dogs. Children are running around enjoying the warm fall sun. Walking past, a young boy is playing tag with his sister around a large oak tree, loudly giggling and

El Paso best defines itself as the truest wafer of Wild West. Its streets are so ancient that they have witnessed the existence of the likes of Billy the Kid, Wyatt Earp and other lawless times. This is the same place where the unfortunate “Four Dead in Five Seconds” shootout occurred. However, these are not the events that have put El Paso in the limelight but it is the blending of culture and traditions that take place in the city. After all, it is the meeting point of New Mexico and Old Mexico. Annually the city holds the Neon Desert Music Festival and Sun City Music Festival each with over forty music artists from the dominions of soft and hard rocks, hip hop, RnB and blues and other captivating performances (Molinar). But the festival that is awaited with a lot of expectation is the Neon Desert Music Festival. So what is so captivating about the Neon Desert Music Festival that makes tens of thousands of feet pound

Initial Preview: Throughout this speech you will learn about the birth and development of the modern music festival, how they have transformed, and why they have.

Going to a concert is an experience incomparable to any other. Here it is, the moment, every concert goer has been waiting for, the artist coming onto the stage. Hearts begin to race as the music builds each fleeting second before the artist comes out. Smoke fills the dark stage illuminated by the band's tour video playing. Then, in the center of the stage, doors begin to open revealing four singing boys. Crying and screaming

Ever heard of this place called Disneyland? Yes, that huge phenomenon that every little child loves and even teenagers and adults love. Where there is these amazing rides and every Disney character you can think of is there! You probably know it as this amazing place that everyone loves and there is no wrong! Or maybe parents even know Disneyland from taking their child there so maybe they could get their energy taken out!

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.