How To Write A Narrative Essay On Six Flags

The most memorable day that I could recollect would be a visit to six flags in Maryland. My trip to six flags was special, due to the fact that I had a chance to spend time with my family. The colossal amusement park where both family and friends can retreat was exciting to me.. It was more nostalgic for me when I visited the amusement park because I was a minor at that time. The cause for me and my family going to six flags was for my birthday. My birthday was November 27th that same weekend we vacationed to the amusement park. I was overly excited to be there, it was my first experience going to six flags.

We were walking and then we stopped at the ride called “Boomerang”. The ride was another roller coaster. I begged my dad not to go on the ride because he said let’s go on the ride. Unfortunately, I gave up begging him and he we went in line. The good thing is that the line wasn’t really long. After waiting for twenty minutes, we finally got on the ride. I looked around and was frighten. I knew the ride would first turn forward and then backwards. The ride started and I screamed. The ride wasn’t as bad as “Medusa” which is a good thing. After the ride was done, I was happy to get off the ride.I thought the ride was actually really fun and I loved it.

This all started with my parent’s brilliant idea to take me to Disney World. As any 8-year-old would have reacted to such amazing news, I completely lost it. To my memory, I think I might have just turned the house upside down, literally making the clean family room into a war zone. And of course, I had to brag to all my friends at school of this amazing trip I had the opportunity to go on. I was so ecstatic that every night I crossed off the days left until the trip. After what had felt like an eternity, we headed to the airport to fly to Orlando.

My sense of security is screamingly absent. Their main attraction in the park is called, “dragster,” shooting out to 500 feet in the sky, with a straight angle going down. My friends have been on my tail about not being scared and not worrying about anything. The thing is, is that the roller coasters go so high and fast, with no guard rails on the sides. That places deadly snap shots in my head. While looking around in my surroundings, seeing huge bulging rocks, a beautiful sky blue lake with swans swimming and floating mindlessly. We overheard the staff members that were running this killer ride talking about shutting the ride down. That brought shock into my eyes. I was nervous once again. It seemed hopeless, as if they were going to shut down the ride because we were the next ones in line. My friends wanted to go on this ride so bad that we had waited over an hour and a half in this line. During the last five minutes we had become very paranoid. “Wouldn’t it be funny if those brakes at the top weren’t working?” Joe said, laughing at something that wasn’t funny at all. “Just shut up,” was the only thing I thought of. All of a sudden we hear this arcade type noise and lights were flashing. The ride had opened up again. The crowd was yelling and chanting. Everyone was happy.

I was standing in line with my sister and cousin waiting to get on the “Viper”. We were at Six Flags having already been in the long line an hour and a half. We all went on our favorite rides, then we decided to go on the roller-coaster. This was going to be my very first ever roller-coaster in my life. Then the roller coaster conductor told us to get on the coaster. I jumped in, put my seatbelt on and listened to the safety precautions. Then the conductor pressed the button and we were off.

“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 the Fourth of July and Rebecca decided that she wanted to go to Six Flags with friends to celebrate. She had planned everything out, but had one problem. She had one extra ticket, but has two other friends that wanted to go. She didn’t know what to do so she just kept it to herself until she felt like she had to tell them.

It was 4:30 p.m. at the carnival. My little brother Rudy went on this ride called space Shot. Where this ride goes up strolling and goes down fast, like a meteorite falling from the sky. Rudy begged me to come to the space shot ride, but I didn't want to, because I'm scared of heights. I tried to keep him away from the ride.

It looks way to scary and I’m not doing it.” AdventureLand had made a new roller coaster that opened a week before we came called The Monster. This roller coaster, you go upside down multiple times, go super high, and has many twists and turns. What I think that made the ride so scary is that it had no bars that went over your shoulder so it looked like you could fall out of your seat easily. How can you go to an amusement park and not ride the best ride there? I knew I could talk her into riding it at sometime but I just ignored her comment about not riding the coaster. Michaela and I quickly agreed on what rides to ride and went on from rides to rides. Before entering the line for a smaller roller coaster called The Tornado, Michaela was hesitant even ride this rollercoaster but with a little bit of convincing, she jumped in line with me. After five minutes of waiting in line, Michaela and I got to the front and saw the old rigidity cart pull up in front of us. We got in our seat and sat down. We go up the first hill screaming loudly. Then there was a quick turn and I felt an odd substance hit my face. I thought to myself that this wasn’t a water ride. I look over to see Michaela and all I saw was her laughing. She exclaimed how she was sorry because she drooled on me. I felt so disgusted yet I had to laugh. Later on that day, after riding many rides we did end up riding The Monster and it was so fun but when it was 5 o’clock we headed back to the hotel room to get ready for the

What seemed like a nice day turned into a bad day in a matter of seconds. It was a warm, insert comma sunny day in Louisiana -- A perfect day to go out and ride the go cart. My brother, Jordan, and I decided to go for a nice ride. At this time he was about 6 years old, and I was 11. I was driving because our dad had taught me. We were having so much fun--chasing dragonflies, cutting donuts, and going sort of fast. That is when things took a turn for the worse. I should have checked Jordan’s seat belt. It was too loose. He was too small. I was going too fast.

I have always been described as a straight-laced teenager who is focused on academics, yet never had the opportunity to break-free of this persona until Sweetwater Campground. Living in the Georgia mountains allows for unique opportunities, like hanging out at a lake rather than a sandy beach. Sweetwater Campground resides “on the banks of Allatoona Lake” and is home to an amazing “beach access” that we met at that day (“Facility Details”). We all arrived, car by car, and trucked all our stuff to a nearby picnic table to set up.

During my time working as a security guard at the OC Fair, There were many times when I would simply have to step up and be a leader. For instance, one night while patrolling the parking lot in our golf cart, we encountered a man running in his socks shouting out to my partner and me for help. He quickly shouted out that someone had stolen from his car and they had fled in a white Kia that was about to exit the parking lot. I was driving the cart at the time so I raced to the exit in order to intercept the car while radioing in our current situation. We stopped traffic at the exit and stalled for time while backup and the sheriffs arrived. In the end, it turned out it was a couple of girls who had grabbed this slightly intoxicated man’s stuffed

I remember planning for this day for about two years. When I would finally get the chance to be with my best friends and take a road-trip to California to go to Disney Land, and now that the time to take that trip has come and gone I would like to talk about my most important journey.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The moment begins and I forget the frigid temperatures that were causing me slight discomfort earlier as adrenaline pumps through my shivering body. Not only was I shivering from the cold because it was a State meet, but also the fear that crept over me as many racers had fallen on this challenging course. Our top skier had already been injured on this course minutes prior, which only left me feeling more questionable if I could successfully complete states this year. I kept thinking focus, focus on the gates ahead that’s what matters. But, my mind drifted to flashbacks of me priding about never being afraid while skiing. Before this I never really had been and that was saying something after conquering extremely difficult

After we landed we went to our host home to get freshen up because we were going out for pizza. I thought okay this will be good, I will be able to see the city a little bit and eat something I am familiar with. So, we get to Andy’s pizza and I had to use the restroom really bad. I headed to the bathroom and go in to the stall, the next thing I know there is a male in the bathroom with me! I went out to the table and said “Oh my goodness! Why didn’t any one warn me about the bathroom situation!?” Sergiu, one of our host, said “What about the bathroom? It is completely normal for a guy and a girl to be in the bathroom together.”