Personal Narrative: My Life As A Roller Coaster

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!” Screamed the crowd of people as they plummeted down a drop on one of the most terrifying roller coasters i've ever seen. We were on vacation in Universal Studios, Hollywood, and believe me, I was not pleased. My dad always says I shouldn’t be scared of roller coasters, but I don't listen to him. I’m terrified of roller coasters, so since he knows I don’t listen to him, he let my little sister choose the ride I had to go on, which almost scared me to death.

Never wear sunglasses when riding a rollercoaster. Once upon a time I was in love, and when she dumped me, I took it hard. My heart sank like a bottomless pit, my Adam’s apple filled with air, and my smile ceased to exist. This was the most horrible day of my life … then I lost my favorite sunglasses. Only a sane person would ask, how I could love my sunglasses more than a girl. These were no ordinary sunglasses, they were Maui Jim Makaha sunglasses, and they were polarized. I wore them everywhere, they never left my sight.

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

Have you ever felt your heart beating rapidly as you rush down complicated obstacles and rides? Or felt the adrenaline rush of going down a really fast roller coaster? Well, I have and that’s the day I learned that if you believe in yourself, you are already halfway there to overcoming your fear.

I picked wild, beautiful flowers with my dad, visited the orphaned piglets at the farm that seemed a galaxy away. I sang Christian songs at the top of my lungs, stared for hours at the cotton candy colored sky, and inhaled a mixed scent of burnt wood, exhaust, and vanilla ice cream. But all of this would change. I was introduced to the news that I would be leaving the very country and town I grew to love and call home. Upon hearing the news, my whole world shattered into thousands of shards of microscopic glass and I knew at that exact moment, it would be near impossible to pick them all up, and piece my world back together again. The happy, bright, filled-with-fun world I knew disappeared, and I entered the one where Bipolar II Disorder ruled like a tyrant. As a human, I have judged countless situations in the time I have been alive. Receiving professional help was a situation I misjudged

On our break we walk around the park to see what they had. It was my first time volunteering in stern grove and I didn’t realize how big and dark the park is. There were carnival rides, food trucks, shows, crafts, cemetery, and haunted house. We sat down to watch people sing, dance and magic shows. Then we walk through the cemetery and went inside the haunted house. It was pretty fun because I love going to these events but I haven’t gone to one in a long time.

Click!Click!Click!AS the rollercoaster went up the mountain like a plane climbing into the air.As the rollercoaster climed up the mountain my fear grew. I could see the cave ahead.But little did I know that that cave we were going into was not the end of the ride.”Are we almost done,” I said in a scared voice to my mom.

Today I was trying to take your advise and to be more assertive, ask more questions, and state what I need them to do (and try not to say ‘no’). Many times today I caught myself saying “Can you please” and have to immediately correct myself. It’s difficult but hopeful with practices and time I will start to change this habit of asking permission when I don’t have to.

I'm going to tell you a story about how I ended up where I am. When I was 4 and could semi speak in sentences, I began talking to someone, no one fake and made-up, no stranger either. They were completely real, but they had the power to hide from my parents but only I could see them. My parents asked who I was talking to, I pointed to right behind them but my friend turned himself invisible. They turned back around to face me, something was wrong, it was shining in their eyes. They left without saying a word, only looking down, shaking their heads. Later that night I remember hearing them argue. I tried listening to what they were saying, but I couldn't understand any of the words they were using. They seemed.....foreign. Spanish maybe? I just

“Look!” my mom exclaims as we cruise down Highway 49. I take out my earbuds, peer out the window, and I see it. The red, peeling paint of the metal support bars, the eccentric yellow of the roller coaster car, the passengers with their mouths wide open with excitement as they fly down the rails of the roller coaster. Children are screaming in fear; the good kind, of course. I think back to the time, a few years before, when I had been the screaming child on the ride, yelling so loud it seemed I was the only one there, hands reaching into the sky so high I could almost touch the clouds.

The longest roller coaster ride of my life began Sunday, April 23rd and came to a relieving stop Wednesday, August 23rd. April 23rd, 2017 was the day I discovered my mom had Leukemia and then the roller coaster began. My brother and I had been away for the weekend with friends from our church at District Blitz in Duluth. Our mom was supposed to pick us up when we returned to the church, but our grandparents came and got us instead.

Sean was currently on a plane, flying back to his dorm room from his trip to Canada. After hearing the announcement go off about almost arriving to his destination, he sighed in relief, wanting to get off of this crowded plane. 2 hours had passed and Sean was now in his dorm room, unpacking. He got a voice message from his friend, Lisa, his childhood friend.

Even before my freshman year ended, it was pretty well accepted that I would graduate valedictorian of my “academically uninspired” class. I was one of the few students of promise, and my peers recognized that. I was quick to hear of how amazingly smart I was, or that I was the up-and-coming reincarnation of Einstein, or whatever humorous hyperbole they prepared for the day. I have nothing against that; it was cool to be recognized for something. However, that was it. Only rarely would anyone see past that, and their knowledge and opinion of me would simply stop at “the smart kid”.

We were in Laredo, having just finished our first day at a Habitat for Humanity work site. The

On a bright and beautiful sunny day, Jasmine and I set off for the adventure we had planned since we were practically in diapers. We had dreams of taking a road trip all the way from Buffalo, New York, to Los Angeles. Thinking we were just absolutely over our heads, both of our mothers gave us permission only because they thought we’d never be able to afford it; however, we vowed to have jobs in order to save up money just for the trip. She and I have been best friends for the longest time, and our unbreakable bond was one-of-a-kind. We both had dreams, which were quite similar to one another. Our imaginative mindsets made it a lot easier to get along with one another than your average friendship. The only setback our friendship had was that I (out of nowhere) tend to have panic attacks. Jasmine used my flaw as a way to test her comforting skills, but it didn’t stop the fact that I was still shaking and hyperventilating for no reason at all. I started taking medicine to prepare for our journey, and my conditions had gotten better. My mother was much more confident with the idea of us leaving while I was on a “no panic attack streak.” I’d prayed over and over again for consistency in my health conditions, and Jazzy and I hoped for the best trip possible on that note.