Personal Narrative: Emotional Roller Coaster

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

I am a piece of clay, just as every person is. We are not just any kind of clay, though, we’re that special molding clay that never dries out. Because of this, we are constantly molded by almost everyone and everything surrounding our lives. At the beginning of life, we are molded by the hands of loving parents, but once we leave that safe-place, we are on our own. At that point, we can be tossed, slammed, poked at, and sometimes even ripped apart. One important event in my life that molded me and has helped make me the person I am today was my first roller coaster ride. Amusement rides don’t usually change a person’s life, but the first time I went on a roller coaster, I found myself stepping off the ride as an entirely different person. Most people conquer their fear of heights or fast-moving vehicles on thrill rides, but instead, I conquered the one thing most people are terrified to face. Something that’s more horrific than monsters and demons, and that is yourself. For me, the ride was more of a journey than anything. From the beginning to the end, I learned a

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

Roller Coaster There is one ride that sets me free, The roller coaster is coming for me. My heart races as they buckle me in, I’m ready for my journey to begin.

It was an exciting, sunny spring day, when my fifth grade teacher, Miss Owen told the class that we had an assignment to build roller coasters.We were going to start in science, but it was at the end of the day! Miss Owen announced when students from Miss Owens class walked in that we were going to build roller coasters in science.Everyone thought that the end of the day was going to be the best part of the day. Everyone was so anxious to start and no one could wait.

The hot sun beat down on us as we patiently waited for the line we were waiting in to move up. I stood silently next to my cousins, listening to them as they conversed excitedly. We were waiting to get on the MindBender, and it would be my youngest cousin Caleb’s first time on an actual roller coaster. At first, he didn’t want to get on, but changed his mind once he heard that his cousins would be riding with him. My cousins Kennedi and Trip, my brother Rudy, Caleb, and I were the only ones brave enough to get on.

I heard him laugh, under the sounds of my shrieks of terror and the grinding and crunching of the enormous machine under me.

Experiencing this roller coaster ride with y It has been a light and dark situation but all in all a very good learning experience for the both of us in learning one’s self. At the end of the day what is truth is the love that we share together and bringing us out of the darkness and into the light it has been a very trying situation sometimes I wondered if we would ever come out of this darkness. But then the light comes on and we understand why we go through what we go through together. We feel a sigh of relief with understanding. As for giving me that disconnection because without it I wouldn’t be saying this on paper. So here I am preparing myself for what I do best with the help and love from Larry.

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.

We stepped out of the station and it hit me immediately, the glorious smell of carnival style hot dogs and and the pure ecstasy of the sugary goodness that is funnel cakes. I dragged my girlfriend Lauren to the nearest stand and ordered one of each. The hot dog wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but I didn’t complain as I was hungry from the ride over. Then the funnel cake, oh man was that amazing, powdered sugar goodness over freshly fried bread, a delicacy to say the least. Suddenly the roar of a roller coaster flying by with the shrieks of the ecstatic people on the ride filled my ears. I pleaded with Lauren to ride one with me, but she wouldn’t budge, finally, she conceded to at least go on the ferris wheel with me. We bought our tickets and

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.

As a child, I was often watching; I lived in a quiet and modest manner. I assumed if you only watched; you couldn’t get hurt, you couldn’t disappoint anyone. I grew into it, seeing things collapse around me and only staring. Like a child who makes a mess and hides, unsure of what to do to rectify it. It took sixteen years to break away from the habit of watching, of just seeing myself fail over and over without attempting to fix that. It took sixteen years to realize only watching did more harm than trying.

I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Don't you just hate it when you wake up? I look at my clock and it read 6:40. *Sigh* I get up and change out of my Batman jamies. Lazily, I proceeded to do all the necessary things one must do in the morning. When walking down the stairs I almost trip. "Yikes, that was close," I said as if I dodged a bullet.

Back in 7th grade I wasn’t a very smart kid. I hung out with kids that I probably shouldn’t have hung out with and I regret it to this day but will always be with me. I was a good friend with this kid and we were both out for track because it was track season. We were just getting done with practice and he wanted me to stay the night so I called me mom and she said sure. So I rode the bus home with him and when we got to West Union we got off the bus and went to his house. He said lets got to this other kids house so we walked to this kids house that was all the way on the other side of town. When we got there we were both wearing shorts and sweatshirt and we both were running through the snow so our socks were wet. When we went

Summer 2014 was one to remember. I spent three weeks in Illinois with my cousin, Anna, who was two years younger than I at the time. Meaning I was 17 and she was just a mere 15 years old. Most people would think that since I’m older I would be the one to corrupt her and insist that we do wild and crazy things. However, it was quite the opposite.