Descriptive Essay

When summer starts, I always remember my first trip to Canada’s WonderLand. The best part about Wonderland is Levithan(Tallest Ride) which gave me the deepest first impressions. Before enter the seats, I saw a long lines of people waiting; showing how desperate they wanted to attend. At the last seconds before Levithan started, I felt adventurous and panic. Soon, the rides went up slowly to the tallest point, making me feel gravity-defying and panic. Then suddenly it dropped like the speed of thunder, it created exhilarating joy. As it went down, I heard the sounds of wind zipping in my ear ; I glanced at the carousel and shooting gallery. After the rides was finished, I smell the scent from the food booth;slushy, cotton candies and popcorn

We were almost there. My eyes wide awake, OMG this is going to happen. Loud laughing and screams shoot across the whole amusement park as I prepare myself by taking deep breaths. Krrrrr, my ears are hypnotized by clicking of the gears as we climb higher, and higher, blood rushing down my legs as I feel every foot we climb. Suddenly, the climb starts to slow as you reach the acme of the structure.

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

For several minutes, we all walked around, looking for more available rides that we have time to ride on. Suddenly, the Kingda Ka roller coaster appeared at the top of the sky, dropping down dangerously and quickly. We all ran back to the entrance as fast as we could. The women that we saw earlier appeared and opened the entrance, saying, “Thank you all for waiting patiently, everyone please line up!”

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.

At the beginning of the blue colored track, there was a sharp turn. As soon as all of the carts complete the turn, the fun would begin because we would start to climb the 100 foot drop off. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack, the chains sang as they wheeled the carts up the steep drop off. Before I knew it, our cart, the first cart, was at the top of the 100 foot drop off. I could see everything from there. The swirling black Octopus ride was t0 the right of us, the gigantic Ferris Wheel twirled around and around to the left of us, and in front of us the old wooden roller coaster, High Roller, roared as the carts sped around the tracks.

Deciding to be the dare devils that we thought we were, we went on the Rock Bottom Plunge which is the supposed scariest ride. It also happened to be one of my favorite rides. As we approached the ride, I could hear the blood curdling screams of the current riders. The line was quite long, but I knew that it would be quick since the roller coaster went really fast. To pass some time, I decided to take a look around and see what we should ride next. Before you knew it, it was time to ride the Rock Bottom Plunge. After picking out our seats and “listening” to the muffled safety rules, the ride began. I could feel the fluttery feeling in my stomach as the ride went up to the mall’s ceiling. I felt relief as the ride finally reached the top. Much to my dismay, that relief quickly ended as the ride decided to quickly drop. The rest of the ride was like a blur after the drop and before I knew it the ride was

I shivered as the scalding sun was replaced with a dark sky and a cool breeze. The people that had crowded the theme park rides were now absent. Mostly absent anyway. I was at the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my friend Kera and her parents. We had been at the theme park for a majority of the day riding roller coasters. By “we” I mean Kera’s dad Rob and I. I was his roller coaster buddy all day since Kera and her mom Shannon were more interested in shopping. The last roller coaster we wanted to go on was the Titan. The biggest and fastest coaster in the theme park. That day was also the first time I rode my first roller coaster, so this was a huge jump for me.

It was 10:45 a.m. on a Wednesday, and I was barely awake. The weather channel said that today would be a very warm day and I dislike going outside in 90 degree weather. I could have stayed in bed under an air conditioned room, but no, I had to go to Knott’s Berry Farm on a hot day. Once through the dark gates, I begin to hear children throwing tantrums and begging to go on their ride of choice. Soon, the scent of greasy popcorn filled the humid air; the butterflies in my stomach happen to flutter in trepidation while I wait in the awfully long line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. The longer I waited in line under the scorching sun, the more I felt the heat on my face and the ride seemed miles away. After what seems to be an eternity, the

The experience begins with the breathtaking fantasy that only the human imagination was ever capable of embarking upon. Guests of all ages will begin their journey as they march down the winding line of fellow riders. However, their attention is often guided

Isabella gazed up into the sky and saw The Intimidator 305 looming over her as it was sped faster than the speed of light over its tracks. As it soared the sky high, metallic hill she heard the screams of joy and exhilaration from the people on the roller coaster. To Isabella, it only sounded like screams of fear and terror and all she wanted to do was get back in the car and go home. Her deepest fear were roller coasters and she never wanted to go near one. Isabella protested against going, but her friends had dragged her to this awful place called an amusement park. As they neared the amusement park you could hear the sound of metal on metal as the rides twisted and turned on its railings. Finally, Isabella was close enough to see the enormous

It was 10:45 a.m. on a Wednesday, and I was ready to leave. It was a very warm day, but that will not bring me down from having fun. As I arrive to the Knott’s Berry Farm entrance, I tilt my head back and examine the sign with excitement. Once I made it through the gateway of the park, I was overwhelmed by the screams of people on the rides. Soon, the savory smell of popcorn filled the air, and the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter in anticipation while I wait in line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. My mind is overflowing with joy and my heart is racing as fast as a cheetah while I wait impatiently for it to be my turn. To consume time, my friends and I begin reminiscing about our funny memories together. Then, the line begins to move rapidly and suddenly

As I finally squirmed my body through the crowded park, I was able to get to my first amusement ride. The line seemed like a mile long; but within a minute, I was going down the rollercoaster yelling at the top of my lungs, “AHHHH!” After a long day of exploring the parks in Disney World, my family and I had to prepare to get home the next evening.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.