My Rollercoaster-Personal Narrative

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

I was always scared of roller coasters, something about them made me feel weird inside. I would go to Great America with my friends and wait outside the rides that were scary for me. I never really thought about getting on any rides that dropped at the speed of lightning and loops that make your stomach flip upside down twenty times. I would just sit down and watch the rides as they dropped. That was until one day, my friend told me “Close your eyes I’m taking you to somewhere that’s fun.” I didn’t know what she meant by that but I did what she told me to do. She also covered one of my ears I didn’t know why. “Open your eyes Steven.” I did and at that moment my mouth dropped. I tried running from the line but it was too late. My friend had made me get in line for the scariest coaster in the park. It was named “Flight Deck” .The seats were empty and the small gates opened. She pushed me into the seat and locked me in as fast as she could. I heard the snap which meant the seat was

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

As I was growing up, when I was sent outside to play, I had things to do that I loved to do. I created games I had never thought of before.

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

A time in which I tried something new was roller coasters. It was August 9, 2015 my brother, sister, and me packed our bags thinking we were going to our grandparents, yet did we know we were on our way to Branson. We pulled up to a hotel, that was when we finally noticed we were nowhere near our grandparents house.

Last summer I went to kings dominion and it was fun. I marveled at all of the different rides and attractions. Most of the roller coasters were very aloft, making the kiddie rides seem diminutive. The first ride I got on was the intimidator, which was a very auspicious ride. Even though there was a multitude of people in line, we still made it on in less than ten minutes. While we were on the ride, I felt very ecstatic, but my friends were apprehensive about this ride. After that we rode several other rides, such as the dominator and the drop tower, which are two more brisk rides. Then we got hungry, so we devoured pizza for lunch.

Roller Coaster… that word frightened me as a child. I was always the kid that sat on the bench with my grandma when we went to amusement parks. I would sit and watch my mom, grandpa, aunts, uncles, and cousins ride roller coasters and it terrified me. They always told me that they were so much fun and that I would love them and they are not scary. Well to me they seemed scarier than flying in an airplane while it was storming.

“Oh look, a roller coaster! Yuu, hurry up!” I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets as I wondered how in the world I had gotten myself into this mess. Shinoa, Mitsuba, Kimizuki, Yoichi, and I were at the fair, being dragged along by Shinoa, who was caught up in her excitement. She had given me no choice but to come, talking endlessly about her plans and not letting me get a word in otherwise, and then leaving before I could decline her offer.

The screams of the people on the Twister stayed in my mind as I was deciding whether or not to get on. I had done other roller coaster but nothing like this.

One day, my auntie, my cousin and i went to Disney world. We saw a roller coaster and wanted to try it out for my first roller coaster. Turns out this roller coaster was way too extreme to be my first .There was a really long line, we waited for about an hour. When we got to the fence of the roller coaster and I saw how fast it went I asked can I go back my auntie simply responded with “we waited too long to go back now.”

My personality is one that has been often described as multifaceted and constantly variable. While my outlook on life is generally easygoing and unconcerned, I am not one to remain submissive to ideologies that are at odds with my moral assumptions about the world. It is through the clash of polarized life experiences that I have come to understand myself as the Fool, positive and lighthearted, the Warrior, aggressive and defensive, and the Creator, imaginative and self-reflexive.

Where do I begin? Most people would relate the challenges of life to a roller coaster. Hills and valleys filled with good and bad waves. Ups and down, hoping one day the twist, turns, and sporadic speeds soon settle. In my eyes, life for me is like an extravagant cruise ship that has set sail on an endless journey, and right before it begins to propel, it always seems to break down. On the outside it looks nice, the view is better than any skyline you’ve even witnessed, until you find yourself stranded in the middle of the unknown. Once again, I’m stuck. I’m stuck between the thoughts of the truth and reality. Truth is will do everything in my power to make sure I set myself up for a stable life. In reality, my life has never been stable for me to even grasp the real meaning of “stability”.

Although quite cliché, life's journey is truly like a deranged rollercoaster ride. At times, the only thing one can do is simply close his or her eyes and live in fear of what is just around the corner, and then there are times that one must let go of all the built up fear and anxiety, throw their hands up in the air, and enjoy the ride. It is a tad bit frivolous, how we are raised in a society that instills in us this prophesy that we can plan out our entire life, right down to the tee. We grow up oblivious to the world around, unknowing of what bump in the road or a twist in the path God might throw our way. Then, when something does happen in our lives, like a rather life- changing event, we tend to either turn our back on God, confused on why He would allow this to happen, or we could actually grow closer to Him, knowing that scripture states that everything happens for a reason. Looking back over the last five years, I could have never guessed that I would be where I am today.

We’ve all followed a path that leads us to where we are right now. Some of us have followed a path that has been straight forward with few wrong turns along the way. Those foibles were easily corrected. Others, like me, didn’t follow a single path. When I consider my path, I cringe at the piles of utter failure; one bad turn after another. I have become intimately connected to loss, despair, and dark pain. Much of that is due to the fact that I decided to go my own way. If you can think of a job that pays just enough to get by, I’ve done it. If you could access the list of colleges that every Fayette County High School senior sent an application to, I can confidently say that I dropped out of 85 percent of them. This path of mine is, typically, unsuitable to human relationships. Especially those who want to care about you. And for some reason, I dragged others down my path because somewhere in my mind I knew that when I found my way out of the dark, everyone would reap the benefits. Ambition, I had. My deficiency was direction.