My Journey To Six Flags-Personal Narrative

I got to go to Six Flags in the summer with my parents. I loved all of the rides in Six Flags except for roller coasters. Why don’t I like roller coasters? Well, the main reasons why I don’t like roller coasters was that I am scared of heights. I remember seeing the roller coasters and they towered up so high. My family and I went to Six Flags together because we thought that it would be fun to spend time with each other.

As I get out of the car, I hear a girl screaming in the distance. Hearing such a noise instantly made me feel a chill go down my spine. As I walk against my own fear, I approach an overwhelming sign that says “Welcome to Six Flags over Texas”. My mother looks at me with a huge smile, reassuring me that there is nothing to be afraid of. Being only 8 years old at the time, I was a very hyper and ecstatic kid. Going against my own fears, I timidly rushed to the entrance. As I stood there before this monstrosity of amusement, my jaw was on the floor with astonishment. Leaving me in a state of shock,I could only slowly walk in with aw, and marvel at what was before me.

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.

When we all got to six flags, we all gathered together making plans on what we were going to do first. We all decided to go to Hurricane Harbor Park first because of how hot it was. As we walked into the park I was like “Wow look at all the slides!”

One summer, my friends thought it would be a great idea to go to Six Flags. Me, I thought it was a dreadful idea. I don’t like rollercoasters at all, so I found no point in wanting to go. But, they insisted I go with the group for fun. So, here I was, scared of rollercoasters and on my way to Six Flags. Go figure.

So one of the best thing I have ever gotten to do is go to Six Flags. The one I got to go to is in Van Texas. It is a crazy amusement park that has the third fastest roller coaster in the country.I got to go with some people too. Me Anne Mae, Jack, Jonathan, Mason, Alison, Olle, Davis, and my mom. It is a very cool amusement park. My favorite part was the Mr. Freeze ride. Jonathan said, “Mr. Freeze was his favorite too”.

Before, every time I went to Six Flags I kept trying to get on and survive a roller coaster, but it always ended in tears. I would watch as my sister, brother, dad and mom would go up and down, side to side and I would just watch. Then I don't know

huh dad” But then finally we slammed it down and it clicked or so we thought. We shot off at lightning speed looking at the trees and all the people below us zigzagging this way and that flipping and having a ball when all the sudden it slowed to a halt and as we slowly started to rise up. And with us in the front middle i knew, my dad knew, my heart knew, everyone on the roller coaster knew, and even the rollercoaster knew, that we were going down and as we raised our hands to scream my mind said “Houston we have a problem”. oh my gosh the metal bar just went up and as my heart lurched up so did I because I was starting to rise out the seat “Dad!!!”

After that, we went to a couple more other merchandise shops. By the end of the day, we had gotten up enough courage to ride our first roller coaster. The only roller coaster that was in the section that we were allowed to explore that day was the Red Rock-It. Linda, who was in my group was a wuss and didn’t want to ride it. It was a surprisingly short wait. When I was finally on the ride, it gave me the opportunity to pick from a list of songs what I wanted to listen to while the ride was going. I picked the song “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. As the ride twisted, turned, and went upside down, my hair was blowing in the wind while basting music was being produced from the speakers on either side of me. As I went off the ride, I felt lighter than air. I had a slight headache, but it was worth it. I knew that this trip would be one to remember. We soon went to the center of the park and grouped together to get back to the hotel where we quickly took showers to get ready for bed, and had a pep talk about what was to be expected of the next day. By 10:00 p.m. I was fast asleep.

One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

When we got to the park, my brother and sister went directly to one of the highest roller coasters. They were so pumped up while I was terrified to death. After thinking it through, I decided to skip the first ride and maybe all the other ones too. They just papered so gigantic, noisy and intimidating like a beast.

Then my brother, both my sisters, and parents got out of the car, and the first item I saw was advertising for the park. The advertising said “Hollywood Studios” and had a picture of a rollercoaster, and all I felt was butterflies in my stomach. The next day we woke up in the early morning to get ready so that we could arrive when the park opened. When we arrived, I could see all the rides and an enormous crowd of people swarming around trying to find the shortest line to enter the park the fastest. My sister grabbed me hastily and said “Come on, Alex, let's go get on The Rock N Roller coaster.” My parents walked with us, but they didn't ride the roller coaster, so my sister and I were the only ones from our family. As we waited in line, I felt mixed feelings shoot through my body. Then my turn came, and I slowly entered the blue seat of the ride and buckled up tightly, making sure nothing at all could get loose. On a screen the ride counted down, six, five, four, three,

We slowly and carefully found a parking space, working around the hundreds cars that were there. My mom slipped out her phone to check the weather. “Wow! It’s eighty nine degrees out! We picked a great day to come.” She beamed with excitement. My brothers and I eagerly stared out the window at all of the roller coasters. We all clicked the car doors open, gathered everything we needed, and headed toward the park.

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.

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.