Descriptive Essay On A Ride

Just as I arrived in the line the previous riders were leaving. Before I knew it, the gate had opened and we were getting onto the ride. It felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps that was just my sanity watching in awe from afar. I left my shoes next to my bag inside the gate. I had to stand on my quivering tip toes to get in the seat. With my heart beating out of my chest, the carnival worker buckled us in. Then the operator moved us up about ten feet. I wanted to shout down at them to lower us back down so I could get back to the earth. Adrenaline rushed, palms sweaty, my breath came out in quiet, rapid gasps. I had just opened my mouth to speak, but the worker beat me to

Ever since my first roller coaster ride, I have feared riding a roller coaster again. The experience of riding the roller coaster was not enjoyable. The anxiety I felt once the ride started, the slow, creeping movement of the cart towards the endless drop off. Then, I came face to face with the infinite downfall, questioning the decision of why I even approached the ride. My stomach began to turn upside down, then it all happened. Picking up speed, the wind battering against my face, the terrifying ride seemed endless. The twisting and turning, going up and down, up and down, my stomach churning. Then finally, the cart slowed down and coasted to the end. I got off the cart, regretting ever even going near the ride. After that ride, I said I would never again go on a roller coaster. Things all changed on the day I will never forget, March 22, 2012.

I looked up at the roller coaster and all its' loops and turns and jumped with excitement. "Let's go!", I exclaimed. As we were walking up the stairs, a part of me wanted to turn back, but i was determined to get on this one ride. I stood at the gates, waiting for it to be my turn and before i knew it, I was the next one. I went through the gates and went straight to my seat. Henry sat right next to me and held my hand. I was ready. The ride started to take off and I knew there was no turning back now. Up and up we went. The ground below us got further away. I held on tightly to my boyfriends hand and down we

During my ride along with Officer McNairy of the Castle Rock Police department we had two cases of harassment, one welfare case, and one traffic violation that we worked on. Both harassment cases were easy enough, as was the traffic violation which we let go with just a warning. Welfare cases don’t normally go to police officers to manage, but on the day of my ride along one was. I had a very good time during my ride along and will probably do more in the future.

The Ride is the story of the heinous and gruesome murder of ten year old, Jeffrey Curley, a case that is familiar to many in the Massachusetts area. The book works its way from the grisly crime to the years afterward. It focuses on the family of Jeffrey, heavily weighted on the life of Cambridge Firefighter Bob Curley, Jeffrey’s father. Charles Jaynes and Salvatore Sicari, both from Jeffrey’s neighborhood were convicted of the murder. Within this essay I will demonstrate from The Ride the relationship between reporting and suffering that may have been brought on for the crime victims of this case, the relationship between the victim profiles and the victim family profiles, the role in which the family may have played in the

As my sister Beth and I raced to get our tickets for the Hudsonville Fair, I saw the ride that we were heading to. It was the largest one there and I couldn’t wait to go on it. It was called Freak Out and I knew it was about to be my favorite one. After we received our yellow wristbands, we ran to get in line. As we approached, we saw there was no one else waiting. We ran through the vacant waiting area and went up the steps. After the man allowed us on, we waited a bit for other people to possibly join. I sat in my seat, hoping that no one else would come so it could just be us. Thankfully, no one did and the ride began. I swayed my legs in anticipation and finally, the ride began. As the momentum built up, I began to feel butterflies in

To adequately understand the relationship between physics and roller coasters, it is essential to first describe and explain the basic structure of roller coasters. In simple terms, a roller coaster is much like that of a passenger train. To explain, a roller coaster consists of a series of connected cars that move on tracks. However, unlike a train, a roller coaster has no engine, or rather a power source of its own.

My sister Jenny had just recently moved to Williamsburg from overseas, her oldest daughter Maddie was already back in school at Walsingham Academy but, her son Alex had yet to start school again so they went to Busch gardens. I got done with college early that day and went to join them at Busch gardens. It had been a little over a year since I had last seen them so I was excited to see them and ride some roller coasters.

The first time I rode a roller coaster I was 10 years old; it was the first time I had ever seen one I had felt petrified, my sister wanted me to ride that? She constantly taunted and teased me that I was too short to ride it bestowing the title of “best ride here and you can’t ride it” award, but this year I was finally tall enough. I remember seeing people from all walks of life different hair color, skin color, heights and ages all in line to ride this metal monster higher than anything I’d seen before. The heat was unbearable as it is every summer in Houston, and as we got closer to the coaster I could hear the screams and see the drop. My hands clenched the wood rails I had been holding on for dear life as to not get separated from my sister who was

My parents agreed and we walked towards to the roller coaster, the walk was long and terrifying as I tried to make excuses to not ride this nightmare of a ride. Ten minutes later we arrived, and sadly, I had to ride it because I was to young to be left alone. We sat in line for about five minutes before reaching the front. I optimistically thought that I would be to short, so as I walked up and was asked to stand text to the measuring tool, I started to get excited thinking I would be safe, but sadly I was just tall enough. “Lucky you” I heard from the employee as I was walking over to the car, if only he

Roller coasters have always peaked my interest from start to finish, from the building anticipation of waiting to board to the knots in your stomach as you are exiting, from the slow start to the fast ending, the excitement combined with things constantly changing.

I never rode a roller coaster until this year. I had a season pass to Six Flags when I was 10 but I never went because I watched final destination and was sure I was going to be that unlucky passenger who ends up decapitated from a roller coaster. I never got on a plane until this year. I watched my family leave the garage and drive to the airport to go on trips on many occasions and I was sure I would end up in a plane crash and die just like Season 8 episode 24 of Grey’s Anatomy. I missed out on so many events that could’ve been a blast because I lived in complete fear. I never wanted to put myself in a situation where I could be harmed because I hadn’t lived enough yet, before I die I want to make a huge contribution to society but only

Buying a car can be one of the happiest times of a young adult's life, but when they find out the cost of a new car it gets scary. As a young adult, he or she may not be able to buy a brand-new car so they will need to buy a used car. I remember buying my first used car very well, it was About three weeks ago. I was very excited to be able to be my first car, but I quickly noticed that the amount of money that I had saved up was not much. I did not have many options when it came to cars. My parents wanted me to get a safe and reliable car but I went against that and bought my dream car a Ford Mustang GT. It was very hard for me to find a good condition Ford Mustang but with the right resources and help, I was able to buy my dream car.

The rides entrance itself made my legs weak with sheer fear. The pathway was like a maze and then the stairs appeared to warn me, by saying turn back now. As I climbed each step I tried numerous times to escape. The escape attempts were foiled by my so called friends blocking the only exit. I said,” Come on guys I can die another day.” Audrey quipped,” Oh come on Taylor, man up and go on the ride.” Now I can’t really describe the feeling of having a woman tell me to man up. I said,” Ok I got this.” I shrugged off all my anxiety and nerves and just went with it.

“Hey Mom!” I said happily as I walked in the door of my house. I had just gotten home from school.