Personal Narrative: Great America

Roller coasters are one of the most popular rides when you go to an amusement park with everybody in your family. Why are they so scary for some people while for others it is just another adrenaline rush? Roller Coasters are one of the most complicated rides to build and to actually ride. There are some people who just have fun building something to have a quick adrenaline rush before going to work. Roller coasters have some of the most interesting design and history; they have become one of the world’s famous rides at every amusement park.

“I can’t wait for Disney!” I exclaimed. I saw Space Mountain in the distance and my stomach started to churn, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew I had to ride it, but I had always been scared of roller coasters. The ride looked scarier than Steel Venom at ValleyFair.

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

Crash! Blake threw his scooter to the ground in frustration. The sun beat down on me and Blake as we sat on the gravel sidewalk thinking of what we could do. The roads had just been redone here at the apartment complex, and it was perfect to ride anything with wheels on. Our scooters were worn out from being used so much. The smell of the roads after rain smelled like rotten eggs, but it was a good day to go outside.

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!”

All the students collected their bags and began to file out of the classroom. Malik trailed behind not wanting to spend unnecessary time with Clark.he did however have to climb on to the metal contraption they like to call a school bus. Malik scanned the area for the best possible seat and decide sitting behind Alex and Noah would be satisfactory.They were his friends, but they were kind of annoying.Malikimmersed himself in a sketch of the teenage boys attempting to capture the moment they shared as they sat across from each other, smiling widely as they spoke.just as I finished the sketch the bus rocked to a stop causing me to go face first into the seat in front of me.Everyone laughed, although I didn't mind. it was sort of

We’re doing the whole roller coaster over again, but this time backward. When we go down drops backward, the pressure is so much, I feel like my face is being dug into my seat. As we zoom past the skull heads on the sides, mummy voices start laughing. It’s like a roller coaster haunted house! Two things I don’t like. Rollercoaster, and haunted house! I am so done with this ride by now. The ride slows down again, and this time, I open my eyes to make sure we are on

Brushing aside the invitation to ride along with friends, felt as if I was creating a void in our friendship. The idea of that feared me more than anything. Sometimes one just has to endure their fears and go for it, just as Theseus did when he successfully slayed the minotaur of the labyrinth. The satisfaction of getting off my first roller coaster ride released the tension I had between the it and myself. Luckily, it has also made me realize that fears that may seem too large to conquer, can be made easy as long as one puts the dedication to overcome them.

“Oh my god!” I screeched as I started tugging on my dad’s arm, pulling him to pick up the paste. I had just seen the rides as we walked underneath them. “Saff” my dad said, pulling me back. “ We will have enough time to go on all the rides.” “But first, which ride should we go on ?” I thought hard and then pointed to a sign that spelled out ‘Bombora’. “Ok” dad said. As started to climb up a million stairs, I took a look at a map. “Dad, we’re starting on tower 2” I laughed. “Hurry up Saffyre!” Chevy yelled, nudging my back. I started to walk faster. I looked at the map again. “Maybe we should go to tower 1 after this one.” Pania was looking at the ground, becoming even further away as we walked.

“Guys we have to go the bell is going to ring in about 2 minutes, we have to hurry.

Rollercoasters are the most terrifying machines ever invented by man, especially to an eleven year old. I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time getting to ride my very first rollercoaster. Being the oldest and biggest of my two brothers I was the only one tall enough to ride on them yet. The whole trip I had been bragging about how I was going to ride all of them. My Dad and Mom had gotten on to me for talking about it too much because my brothers where a little bit jealous that they couldn’t ride. I didn’t care I was too excited to care.

It was seven thirty when I met up with my friends Julia, Litzy and Edward in the parking lot. There I stood looking up at rides towering over us. We walked around until we found a ticket booth that didn’t have a line that was as long as the carnival itself. We each bought a wristband that allowed us to ride any ride we wanted for an unlimited amount of times. Litzy, suggested we start off by riding the bumper cars, we all agreed happily and awaited our turn. The line was small, but long enough for us to conversate and discuss what rides we would get on next. Of course, the ride I feared the most, The Fireball, was the ride everyone wanted get on next. Hesitantly, I suggested we tour the smaller rides first and work our way up. This was my plan to stall as much as possible. Thankfully, everyone thought it was a great idea.

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.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in the middle of August. The sun was just rising as we prepared to embark on our journey to King’s Island. My family of five packed into the car, full of excitement and giddiness. It was a two hour trip but we beamed the whole way. It was my sister and I’s first time on a roller coaster! Previously, we had researched videos of every single coaster at the park. We were very prepared. My family gazed at the oncoming road, our path to happiness. Finally, we arrived in the parking lot, absolutely swarming with cars. Every one of us ran to the gate and gave the attendant our tickets. Free at last! The symbol for me was a rollercoaster which, to me, represents courage.