Personal Narrative: My Roller Coaster Ride

"Wake up babe! We're going to Six Flags today!", my boyfriend yelled excitedly. Those two words instantly made my stomach knot. I was not a fan of roller coasters and I knew exactly what Henry, my boyfriend, wanted to do as soon as we got there. Krystal and Emily, my two younger cousins, had spent the night with us so we could all go together the next day. I anxiously got up and started to get ready. Everybody was really excited. I wanted to be just as excited as they were but some how I couldn't manage to gain enough courage.

I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.

“It goes upside down!” I said. My sister was telling me about a roller coaster ride in Disney World after our parents had broken the news that we were going the summer of my fourth grade year. The idea of going to a park was amazing, but the terrifying part was my slight fear of the fast roller coasters that my family enjoys. My parents looked at me, and I smiled with uncertainty. But on the contrary I started to feel a faint feeling of ambition because maybe I could overcome my fear.

“Come on, guys,” I yelled at my family, which consists of my mom Madonna, my father John, and my two sisters Alissa and Kara, as I ran frantically across the jam-packed parking lot to the opening gate that led to a world of adventure. As wide as the world around, my eyes pierced at the doorway to a world of fun. Families, of all sizes, were enjoying all the possibilities of fun. Hearing laughter and frightening screams, warned me of the experience waiting for me within the doorway to everlasting amazement. The sweet baked smell of funnel cakes swarmed into the fresh morning air. Before I knew it, my family and I were ready to enter Valleyfair, an amusement park that offers summertime fun to the maximum.

My mother turned to me and asked if I wanted to go on this roller-coaster. At first I was reluctant, but she assured me that I would have a wonderful time, so I agreed. As a

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

Not only did our house burn down but this is the last time I can remember my

I shivered as the scalding sun was replaced with a dark sky and a cool breeze. The people that had crowded the theme park rides were now absent. Mostly absent anyway. I was at the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my friend Kera and her parents. We had been at the theme park for a majority of the day riding roller coasters. By “we” I mean Kera’s dad Rob and I. I was his roller coaster buddy all day since Kera and her mom Shannon were more interested in shopping. The last roller coaster we wanted to go on was the Titan. The biggest and fastest coaster in the theme park. That day was also the first time I rode my first roller coaster, so this was a huge jump for me.

Please tell me again Why do I keep coming back I don't wanna do this anymore Coming back to you is like ecstasy One taste and I want more Let me take a breath I am ready to let you go You are bad for me But I always ask for more I get lost in the deep You are the only drug I need

A time in which I tried something new was roller coasters. It was August 9, 2015 my brother, sister, and me packed our bags thinking we were going to our grandparents, yet did we know we were on our way to Branson. We pulled up to a hotel, that was when we finally noticed we were nowhere near our grandparents house.

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.

WHOOSH !!, went the roller coaster the wind brushed passed my face and pushed my hair back I smiled with a very big grin I was at six flags for the first time. A week before my best friend maya called me and asked me if I would like to come to six flags with her I screamed YES OF COURSE I WANT TO GO WITH YOU, well i was a little nervous because I had never been on a roller coaster or to an amusement park ever. I was so excited my heart was racing I was so ready to go that, night when I went to bed i couldn't fall asleep because I was so happy I kept thinking about all of the rides and games i was very excited. Finally the day came may, 4 2015 I woke up and was jumping around i got into the shower came out and made my breakfast it was 9:30 we were going to go at 10:30 I ate my food very fast and went to go watch some tv every 5 minutes I was checking my phone to get that one exciting text “We are here to pick you up”.

I’ve always thought of myself as a decent writer until I got prompts like this. I usually do well on writing assignments when I’m tasked to analyze two varying texts or record the development of some fictional character, but when it came to analyzing my life I’ve always had a difficult time. It's like everything becomes cluttered in my mind and I feel that I have so much that I need to say, yet so much that I shouldn’t. I remember just last year we had a memoir project with a rubric that stated that "the goal of a memoir is to describe the subject’s personal experiences, not to make the reader feel bad for the subject". I found that project especially difficult due to me always thinking that some of the best memoirs had to invoke some powerful

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.

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.