Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Roller Coaster

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.

Now, I’m not afraid of roller coasters and heights. This is great because every time I go somewhere that is very high, I get so scared and back away and I asked to go home. Also, every time I go to an amusement park, I would usually take the fun away because roller coasters are the most greatest ride to go on and it would make my parents unhappy. This time, however, I made my family happy because it was the best time they ever had at Six Flags. Sometimes it is good to take some risk to get over with any fears. I’m glad I

Have you ever had a time you were very afraid of a scary themed event? You were so shocked you couldn’t move. All of this happened to me and my siblings in “Six Flags: Fright Fest”. My parents dropped us off because they had work to do. And they didn’t like the idea of riding roller coasters that go very high up. It all happened last Halloween (October).

Just as I arrived in the line the previous riders were leaving. Before I knew it, the gate had opened and we were getting onto the ride. It felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps that was just my sanity watching in awe from afar. I left my shoes next to my bag inside the gate. I had to stand on my quivering tip toes to get in the seat. With my heart beating out of my chest, the carnival worker buckled us in. Then the operator moved us up about ten feet. I wanted to shout down at them to lower us back down so I could get back to the earth. Adrenaline rushed, palms sweaty, my breath came out in quiet, rapid gasps. I had just opened my mouth to speak, but the worker beat me to

My sense of security is screamingly absent. Their main attraction in the park is called, “dragster,” shooting out to 500 feet in the sky, with a straight angle going down. My friends have been on my tail about not being scared and not worrying about anything. The thing is, is that the roller coasters go so high and fast, with no guard rails on the sides. That places deadly snap shots in my head. While looking around in my surroundings, seeing huge bulging rocks, a beautiful sky blue lake with swans swimming and floating mindlessly. We overheard the staff members that were running this killer ride talking about shutting the ride down. That brought shock into my eyes. I was nervous once again. It seemed hopeless, as if they were going to shut down the ride because we were the next ones in line. My friends wanted to go on this ride so bad that we had waited over an hour and a half in this line. During the last five minutes we had become very paranoid. “Wouldn’t it be funny if those brakes at the top weren’t working?” Joe said, laughing at something that wasn’t funny at all. “Just shut up,” was the only thing I thought of. All of a sudden we hear this arcade type noise and lights were flashing. The ride had opened up again. The crowd was yelling and chanting. Everyone was happy.

exciting. So my friends know that i have the fear of roller coaster and heights so they wanted to put me on the fastest and highest ride to overcome it, but i chickened out and i didn't go on the rides they went on, i went on 2 water rides and a new one they had. Both of the water rides was fun one of them was like log one where you have swirls but then it goes up a hill then it lets you fall and all the water splashes all over you and me and my mom were soaking wet. The other was like a wheel and it was my mom and me and 4 other of my friends and the wheel would swirl around by itself and it was on a river canal and it would have dips and you would get wet and since the wheel would swirl around you would think its someone else that will get wet but yet it would be you or someone else. The other roller coaster was pretty big for me since i'm afraid of heights and roller coaster i was screaming the whole entire time and oh my goodness i was so mad at my mom because she traumatised me! After we went on the water rides my mom and i went and changed.

I was standing in line with my sister and cousin waiting to get on the “Viper”. We were at Six Flags having already been in the long line an hour and a half. We all went on our favorite rides, then we decided to go on the roller-coaster. This was going to be my very first ever roller-coaster in my life. Then the roller coaster conductor told us to get on the coaster. I jumped in, put my seatbelt on and listened to the safety precautions. Then the conductor pressed the button and we were off.

You wait in line for what seems like forever and finally you take your seat. You pull the paddle bars so they fit snug against your shoulders. You reach the top and then comes the big drop. You start screaming or if you're daring you put your hands up and enjoy the ride. I'm of course speaking of roller coasters. Today I'm going to go over the history, the different types of roller coasters, the mechanics, and the most important part, safety of roller coasters.

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!!!”

"Why won't you ride this one at least? There's only one flip," my cousin repeatedly states in slightly altered ways to convince me to ride one roller coaster or the other. Time after time, I embarrassingly decline. I give an excuse, "You guys go on ahead, I gotta pee anyways." Why am I so opposed to roller coasters? I understand that they are safe, despite resembling a rampant dragon, but I've grown to appreciate being in control of my own body rather than violently thrusting about in a cart of rancid smelling tourists. Well, that's a lie. The true reason is that I am unequivocally fearful of flipping. This seemingly unambiguous fear of roller coasters is because of a predated motor vehicle accident when I was young.

“This is the worst part,” Rob complained, “I hate it.” I share the opposite opinion. I always found that this was my favorite part of any roller coaster. My least favorite part, however, are any hills or drops. As Rob tightly closed his eyes, I peered over the edge of the car at the view around me.

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.

We walked into our section of the car, sat down, put on our seatbelt. We also had to put on a brace to go through our legs and the normal brace that goes over our chest. I guess they wanted us to be really safe since we were about to go 80 m.p.h. Finally, the lights started to count down red, red, yellow, yellow. That last yellow seemed to last forever. Then “WHOOSH!!” We were speeding along the track. “AHHH!” We were going down. It felt like my skin was being pulled away from my body. Swing. Swing. Everything was so rapidly I couldn't even turn my head to see my family, if I tried I would miss the last of the ride. Up. Down. “HHHHMMMM”

I used to be afraid of riding a roller coaster. When I was little I went on a little one. Then one year we went to Magic Springs and I was afraid to ride the big roller coaster. I didn’t ride it that day because it broke which made it even harder to ride it when we went in the fall, but I rode it anyway, first with my step dad and it turned out that the big roller coasters weren’t as bad as I thought. Then I went by myself 3 times. Then I went 4 more times with my cousin. This experience changed the way I thought about trying new thing forever.