Metal Death Trap Research Paper

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

As soon as I looked up, I felt sick, the structure and ride was so big. I didn’t know that I could do it, but I had to, I couldn’t chicken out in front my Dad. After all I already told him I would go. We walked into Space Mountain, there were lights everywhere we looked. I started to jump up and down, I started to get excited for once about a roller coaster, I felt so proud of myself, I would actually get a chance to ride a roller coaster again! I felt scared, and I also felt so happy and proud of myself at the same time. My Mom and brother chickened out on going, so I felt so alive, and mature to be riding such a big ride. I looked at the line, there were no people, we were early! “Come on Daddy, there are more people coming behind us!” Behind me and my dad, were a big group of people walking in, we wanted first in front of the, so I ran and dashed through the aisle, the lights lit up

It was a cool September evening and my mom was driving me from Los Angeles all the way to Johannesville. As we drove on quiet, deserted roads I stared out the passenger’s window and saw nothing but hills with tall, dry, golden-brown grasses. It certainly wasn’t anything like what you’d see in pictures of beautiful landscapes but it wasn’t too bad either, I actually kind of liked it. Looking at those golden hills rush past my window somehow relaxed me and sent me into a staring trance, my mind traveled to other-worldly places where I could let my imagination run wild.

It was 7:00 am on a summer morning and I was still in a daze after just being woken up. Today was to the day that I was going to see my sister and as soon as I made sure I had everything, I headed out. My sister lived far and instead of wasting gas to drive, I was going to fly. I was on my way to the airport with my mom and grandma and as we got closer, my heart began to race with fear and anticipation. It wasn’t because I was afraid of flying, because I actually loved it. I loved the way fields looked like worn quilts from so high above. However this time was different, because on this trip, my family would not be accompanying me and I would be flying alone.

We reached the summit shortly. The view was a once in a lifetime thing. I could see ice- tipped mountains for miles. The rest of the way was downhill. But, I worried about the speed. We would be flying down the hills with no protection from the forests’ steep trenches. I was scared that we would fall off.

The moment I believed would mark one of the best summer day of my life. As I got on the ride I slowly buckled up and my hands immediately grabbed on tightly the metal harness. While waiting on the people to start the machine I was closing my eyes and imaging how it would feel. Suddenly my feet were off the ground and I found myself looking up. At first I did not dare look down, for I thought I would start panicking. I quickly looked down and saw lights then looked back up. While it arrived to the highest point I said “This is a precious moment in your life, just take the time to look at the beauty in front of you.” I started to look down and got to see the whole park. It was like seeing Christmas lights, it was bright with different colors. Instantaneously the ride dropped, I felt as if my heart was going to come out of my body. I screamed so hard that I could feel my veins in my head accumulating the blood from the pressure of the ride and from me screaming. It stopped half way and it took us up again. This time it did not go all the way, but it slowly went up and once again it quickly went down. At the end of the ride, as my feet touched the ground I was so thankful to God that I made it through without having a heart attack or panic

We took a while eating because my siblings used up all of their energy being excited and running around and just having a good time. It was getting late and the time was around 6:00 now. I didn’t feel like eight hours passed by. But my friend suggested on going on one more ride before we call it a day. It was getting dark and she suggested going on the sky screamer. We immediately tried to grasp a place in line as the park was closing soon. It was a long line and we waited for about an hour just to be near the front of the line. The last people got off and it was our turn. We basically ran to find a place to sit as everyone tried to do the same. I sat down next to my friend and we buckled our seat belts. Right before the ride, everyone took their shoes off and we decided to the same. The ride started powering up and it rose. We were twenty-four stories in the air and it was a sight. The sun was setting and the sky was full of colors of orange, pink, and yellow swirling around us as the wind blew in our faces. We started kicking our legs back and forth and I dared to look down as everyone was the size of almost ants below us. I zoned out on the whole view around us and I had realized I had enjoyed this day way more than I had planned or even expected. The ride started slowing down and soon we were back on the ground. I put on my shoes and followed my friend to the exit. The park was finally closing and we walked towards the exit as hundreds of people did the same. We walked to the car where I first had the regrets and the thoughts and all sorts of stuff. We climbed in the car. My siblings yawning and going to sleep. We drove out of the empty space and got on the highway. I popped in my headphones and looked out to the moon. I had hold of the rope I was desperately holding earlier. Now, I knew, I was never going to let

How would you feel if someone told you whether you live, or die was predetermined by a computer program? Self-driving cars are becoming more of a reality every day and the struggle of what it should do in an emergency has become a constant debate of ethics and morality. English philosopher John Stuart, author of Utilitarianism, believes people should seek the greatest good of their actions. Meanwhile, German philosopher Immanuel Kant, supports deontology (the idea that the only true moral action is that which is made absent of any self-desire and will not cause any foreseen harm to another) in his book The Metaphysics of Morals. Although many people may believe that it is in the best interest for cars to attempt to swerve

As I age fourteen,stared out the jumbo jets window at the ice forming on the ice forming on the wing of the plane then onto the puffy white cloud tops and mesmerizing blue sky. I looked back on the events which transpired over the last week. The fighting with my brother, the heated arguments with my father, and the death of my grandfather. The thoughts were perplexing and eventually I was overtaken by sleep.The turbulence shook me awake and the announcement coming

The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take-off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in-flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose

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.

At the departure gate I tried to tell her just how much she meant to me, but I never did quite manage to find the right words. There was spluttering, hugging, pleading and kissing. Her boyfriend of four months, sobbing like a little boy, begging her not to go. My mother looking sordidly normal, making us all wonder why she was not wrought with despair. My grandpa shaking his head at the way the young lovers said goodbye, and my father beaming with pride that his daughter was taking on such a challenge. And then there was me, baffled and unable to speak, gagging on tears and clinging to her side. All too suddenly she walked into the line of assorted passengers, blending well with the crowd. I remember being amazed that she could stand there with such certainty, being willing to take the step onto the massive super white plane. After I felt sure she would not look back, she shot a glance my way, and I think it was then that I understood her. This was her life, and her chance to be free. This challenge was a mountain that no mountaineer would easily climb, and here she was, climbing so faithfully, her support network soon to be a million miles from her. Each step took her closer to the top, all the while dragging her further and further away.

As I descended through those fluffy white clouds in the middle seat of the airplane, I was overwhelmed with such incredibly nostalgic memories that suddenly rushed into my mind. Surprisingly, an abrupt wave of anxiety caused me to feel like there were hundreds of butterflies flying all around in my stomach. However, this anxiety did not deter my excitement one bit to take on this strangely familiar adventure once again. So after swallowing my fears and seeing the breathtaking landscape from the window of the plane, I knew that I had made it back to Jordan.

Last summer my mom and I flew down to Colorado. It was one day that my mom was thinking about flying down there, for her mom’s birthday. So there was a little bit of discussion, about who, and when we're going to the party. I myself have never, been on an airplane, my mom has been on an airplane. So it was very new to me. So we decided, that we we're going to go to Seattle, then from Seattle, take an airplane to Colorado. My oldest sister drove us to the airport. We flew from Anchorage to Seattle. In Seattle, me and my mom ate sushi, cookies and had coffee. It was amazing.Then we took an airplane to Colorado. When we tried to fly off, from Seattle, it was very foggy, so it took us maybe more than an hour to try to fly off. It was scary, but I slept through most of it.