Personal Narrative: Hershey Parks

It was new year's day and my family and I were at a party, but the party was about over and we were packing up our cooler and the food we brought to head home. My dad and my mom got it all back in the car and my brother, my sister, and I piled in and we headed home. Once we got home we unloaded the car quickly because we were all tired and wanted to go to bed. All of us knew the next day was going to be super exciting because we were going to a fourwheeler hill climb place for the first time.

We both wanted to ride the same thing first so we stood in line and waiting to go on. When we got close to the front you could see the name of the ride it was called fire ball. That name just makes it seem fast the ride was a circle shaped of obesely its going to be fast. So finally they opened that little gate so we could enter, there was these steps you had to walk up then we sat the third seat from the front. Then the ride stared moving side to side it scare me I just sat there terrified and screaming that is how scared I was. Then it started going side to side even fast to were half of the people on the ride were upside down an I was one of them so I stared freaking out and laughing I could control myself then I look over at my sister and she’s screaming her head off. That mad me laugh even more then it stared go even faster and it got to the point were everyone was upside down and there was a moment were when everyone was at the top it stopped and stayed there for a few seconds then finally it went in a couple more circles then it was

During the marvelous summer of 2008 in the quiet, little town of Gladstone, Oregon lived a 6 year old girl who went by Kiera. Kiera Ciano was her name, that’s me, and I absolutely adored Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup. The taste, the texture, the smell, all of it, was simply incredible.

One day i woke up and I felt that something was wrong something was off about him. He didn’t seem normal, to quiet, and wasn’t moving. He wouldn’t walk, wouldn’t budge and he kept falling every time he tried to walk this was a tragedy.

I was on my wonderful trip at disney world enjoying some time at the rock ‘n’ roller coaster. When i had a great idea to go to the it's a small world ride because it was indoor and it was really cold out here since it was the winter. I started and the dolls were singing,as I continued down the water. Then I saw a rat, but since I was in disney world and their mascot is a mouse, I thought I would say “Meeska mooska Mickey Mouse!” Since that's what they said say in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Then, all of a sudden the floor dropped beneath me and I fell in a room of dolls.

So my mom didn’t want to get on a roller coaster after.that which made me kind of sad and happy because we got to get on the other rides and so after got the iron riddler.we started exploring again and we got on a water ride based on the looney tunes.so when got and we had to catch a log to get on it.so me my brother,sister and dad got a log.it kind feels like we were on a river just the way it swayed and moved. as we moved it went slow at the begining it but all of a sudden is got fast and made a big splash.we all got wet then a head of a dragon started following the log and spray water.

It was a hot summer day, and I was eight years old. I went to Cedar Point for the first time. I remember the first coaster I ever rode was the Raptor. It was thrilling and I was a little scared on it, but after I got off, I felt like I was superior. I rode many more roller coasters, then we see the Top Thrill Dragster. The track was a bent oval and had a vertical rise and drop. It is very intimidating and I remember seeing an older lady praying before the ride took off. My aunt, uncle, and mom asked if I wanted to go on it with them, and I was a little hesitant. They told me it is okay if I’m scared, but I did not want to admit it. I had to make the decision quick and agreed to go on it. I was very nervous and my stomach started to hurt out of nowhere. About two hours later of waiting in line, it was our turn to get on. I got on a cart with my mom and my heart was beating like a crazed man banging on a door. I had fear mixed with excitement, but I was determined to ride the Top Thrill Dragster. After everyone was buckled in, the speakers in the platform started playing drag racing car

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

Imagine if you are on a roller coaster that is going at least 100 mph, do you think that would be fun or scary? Well I think it would be scary because I was on that roller coaster and I got really scared. Before that all happened we were on the road to Des Moines to adventure land, to go on roller coasters and other rides. I rode in the car with my Mom Rachel, My Aunt Stephanie, My cousin Tru, and my little brother Elliott. Then we finale got to our hotel that we were staying at for the night, then we were going home the next day. So we all got our stuff in our room and then luckily our hotel was right across the street from adventure land, so that means no more driving and now we have to walk a long ways. So we walk

The one thing I refused to do as a kid was ride roller coasters. I hated them. I hadn’t ridden one, but just looking at them I would be petrified. We were sitting at home watching TV when my mom informed us that we were going to Universal the next day. I excitement immediately struck me, thinking about all the things we could do, until I started to think about what would REALLY happen. I knew that my sister was going to pester me non-stop about riding one of those mechanical monsters. So, I decided it would be easier if as soon as we got there I tried to gather the courage to ride one. I lied in bed for hours trying to sleep, but to no avail, due to the excitement and nervousness about what would happen the next day. After a while I finally drifted off into refreshing sleep. In what felt like an instant my pillow was yanked out from under my head and my lights were turned on. “Wake up, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.” My sister screamed into my ear. Twenty minutes of rushed preparing later, and I was ready to go.

It was the summer of 2011, I was shaking, nervous and afraid. I have never done something like this before. I could hear screaming above me and that just made it worse. I was about to go on a rollercoaster. I couldn’t believe I was about to go on something that I feared so much, but I trusted my friend that convinced me to go on it. I stood in line for what seemed like hours in the hot sun anticipating the ride. As I reached the front of the line, my muscles started to tense and my head started spinning. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I approached the ride. I sat down in the coaster and wiped the sweat off my forehead. My friend said he wasn’t nervous but I could see him biting his lip in fear. The ride slowly pulled us up the lift

Roller coasters are the most terrifying machines ever invented by man, especially to an eleven-year-old. I had been looking forward to this trip to the “Frontier City” amusement park for a long time. I was going to get to ride my very first roller coaster. Being the oldest and biggest of my two brothers, I was the only one tall enough to ride roller coasters. The whole trip I had been bragging about how I was going to ride all of them. My parents had gotten on to me for bragging about it too much because my brothers were a little jealous that they couldn’t ride. I didn’t care I was too excited to care.

My group was nearing the end of a chilly small hike in the Idyllwild trails, and it was then when I realized that we were approaching the Skycoaster. The Skycoaster was a very intimidating ride in which you would be pulled up 40 feet high and then swung like a pendulum at relatively fast speeds. What made the situation worse was that I absolutely hated roller-coasters. As we were approaching the Skycoaster, I witnessed another instructor from a different group on the Skycoaster; he was screaming his lungs out. At last, we arrived at the dreadful Skycoaster. My palms were sweating, my body temperature skyrocketed, and my stomach felt like butterflies were ramming from the inside-out. We had to assemble and wear a full-body harness that literally felt like a full-steel armor set from the medieval age. My instructor led our group to the Skycoaster several yards forward, and nearly everyone was ecstatic to go on the ride except for me and a few other kids. Somehow, my instructor noticed myanxiety, and decided to choose me as the first person to ride the Skycoaster. I had to choose now whether I really wanted to go or not. My mind was going haywire, one side of me told me that I should not go and that the frightening experience would scar me for life; the other side told me that I need to go or else the other kids would make fun of me. However, I succumbed to the peer pressure, and I realized that this experience is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I finally decided to ride the Skycoaster. I hooked on the rope, then I was suddenly yanked up 40 feet high in the air. I thought to myself, "There is no turning back now, so might as well get over it." Suddenly, I pulled the cord and my body swung at extremely fast speeds like a ragdoll. It was an addranealine rush for the first few swings, and after those swings, I regained my senses. At the end,

Have you ever been scared of something but you still want to have to do it. That is what I felt in 4th grade, I was going to ride my first roller coaster “Speed Bullet” . I was 9 and people have told me that riding it wasn’t bad its just when you go up and when you drop. I went with my cousins to Knotts Berry Farm, we arrived at about 10:00 am and we took our pictures. At 11:30 we ate because we didn't eat breakfast “and boy was I hungry”. After that we went for a walk and played some arcade games. After that we saw a ride called Bigfoot rapids and we saw it was a ride that makes you wet. On the way to the line we had to walk on a bridge to get there the people who were on the ride had to go under us so we saw people getting wet. Once we

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.