Personal Narrative: The Powerslide Megacruiser Frameset

Did you know that the Titanic, Britannic and the Olympic are all sister ships? The ships were all supposed to be unsinkable. Two of them sank shortly after they were built. The Titanic sank on its first voyage. The Britannic sank on its 6th voyage. This happened on November 21, 1916.

Growing up in the United States I had an instant love for cars and anything with an engine. I have had these interests since a very young age. The kind of things I grew up around have a lot to do with why I have such an addiction for speed and adrenaline. Ever since I was a little boy racing has been a part of me. I love the competitiveness of it and the adrenaline that I get every time I pull up to the staging line; I really just love everything about it. I have always loved the smell of burnt race gas and the sound of a built big-block screaming down the track. Ever since I can remember as far as my memory goes back I remember being there at the track every weekend watching my dad and his friend’s race. I can remember barely being old enough

Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment read white letters on top of an electric blue cover. My fingers grazed the lamented face of the book. I found myself falling back onto a brown leather couch in an uninhabited and silent house. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of wind running through the trees in my backyard, and my accelerated heartbeat as I looked at this new book. I opened it up daring to step in a world foreign to me. The thin paper pages were covered with a plethora of words. From there on I couldn’t tell you anymore. I was lost on a guided tour in my own imagination. I was lost in with the flock of bird kids who never met their parents. I was lost in the fight for survival as a group of mutant children with 14 foot wings

“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.

“All forces to Star Tours!” Pascal the head security guard at Disney’s Hollywood Studios yelled to his fellow authorized guards.

As a child, growing up meant being tall enough for the Twizzler-level rides at Hershey Park. Specifically, twelve twisting, turning, looping, stomach dropping, heart pounding, roller coaster rides. Each visit, I carried my platform flip flops, in my bag, ready to slip on at the measuring station. Crossing my fingers that today was the day!

I guess you could call me a package because I am constantly being shipped around-five countries, twelve houses, eight schools in sixteen years. Consistently moving every two or three years is a lot to handle but somehow I have figured out a way to make it work, especially when it comes to packing up my room. Most people pack their room in ten to fifteen boxes over the course of one to two weeks unlike me who takes over two months to pack three small boxes. It may seem like a small amount of belongings could fit into three boxes which is true but I have learned to appreciate memories over objects. This perspective is very different than many millennials; however it is a major part of me.

When I joined my high school's Air Force Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps in my freshman year, the model rocketry team was near the bottom of the list of extracurricular activities I was interested in. Instead, I was interested in the cool military-like activities, like drill or marksmanship. As I spent more time in the JROTC, however, I found that the team that I was the least interested in were the ones that suited me the best. The team had simple goals that turned out to be interestingly complicated as I became better at their activities.

There it is, the Titanic, scattered along the ocean floor. It lays peaceful and undisturbed. Looking away for only a moment, people are going to awake the grave site. This is not necessarily a good thing. Further, out in the distance, you can see the people that once belonged. They are crying out to their loved ones, longing to regain their tranquility once again. The artifacts down in the Titanic are very symbolic, which must stay. To some, it is to remember the ones that have been lost, and even what can happen from a tragedy. The true problem is should we bring these relics to museums, or should be we leave them be. Good may come from this, but maybe it cannot. These precious artifacts must remain where they are meant to be, even if that means they are thousands of miles apart from us.

Not forgiving someone is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die. I have heard that saying a million times and now I get it. The past couple of years of my brothers and my relationship has been pretty rough. He went to boarding school when I was in fifth grade and since he left, our relationship gradually deteriorated to virtually nothing because I did not want anything to do with him. It got to the point where I did not talk to him unless I absolutely had to and I chose to ignore the fact that he even existed. In the past year, all of that disfunction started to bother me. I was angry at him and did not even care about having a relationship so I ignored that feeling of guilt for a long time.

My life used to be great! I was the main attraction at Jerry’s Amusement Park. Everyone waited in line just to ride me. Everyone loved me because I was the tallest, fastest, and best looking roller coaster in the entire park. The other roller coasters were jealous that they didn’t get all the attention. I would remind them every day that I was the best roller coaster in the park. I had almost no friends because of that. Now, I’m ignored, forgotten, all alone, and left to rot. Just like the junk pile that is next to the park.

I was chilling in my bed room playing video games when I got a unexpected text message from my best friend Jarrod saying it’s going to be a night you won’t forget my brother. Although I was king of skeptical on why he texted me this early with a jigsaw riddle message; therefore, I was uncommonly curious moreover so that I ask him what you do mean and what is going down tonight? Nevertheless he respond with rich home girl is throwing a big mansion party; infact, everybody is invited it is going to be wild like that party movie project x my brother you coming yeah without a doubt I’m coming, good I’ll pick you up at nine thirty sharp tonight because Port Neches Grove is a drive. However time went by extremely fast that heard him pull up I wasn’t even ready so I just grab my red polo shirt and hat with my new tan brown timberland boots then finally headed out, so when we arrived cars was

I have faced many challenging situations but I have not let them keep me from reaching my goals. One such situation was when I fixed a very problematic PT Cruiser. My father does a lot of odd jobs to support the family and a mechanic is one of them. I have been working with my father since I was eight. I wanted a challenge so I asked my father if I could replace it by myself which he agreed to. After I started to disassemble the car I realized that it was a bigger challenge than I had expected. It was only suppose to be a simple timing belt replacement but after I started to disassemble the car I realized that it was a bigger challenge than I had expected. I struggled to remove part after part because of its complexity and was tempted to give

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

getting my old self back. I know I am a happy and contented homebody but this time, I absolutely pulled myself away. I am sincerely sorry to my friends. My work was the only therapy and I am very grateful to my colleagues now turned good friends. It took me so long to retrieve myself and regain my control. Two long and lonely years.