Personal Narrative-The Roller Coaster

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

The horse ride changed mike's opinion of his horse and himself because at first the was some trouble with getting him on the horse,but once he got on he started to enjoy himself and realize that just because he has a disability he doesn't have to limit himself.according to paragraph 1 it states how he felt or his opinion of getting on the horse. "No, stop it, I don't want to!" I yelled. Some of the horses in front of the barn looked at me, and all of the people stared, but I didn't care. Not being a sweet little angel like the disabled kids they show on TV is what gives my life meaning. I raised the volume of my voice enough to send birds flapping out of the shade trees. "You have no right! Isn't this supposed to be a free country?".

If you’ve ever been to Hersheypark, you may have noticed an arched, 200 feet high, orange structure hanging up in the sky with the clouds. Well, that “structure” is a roller coaster and is commonly known as “Fahrenheit.” Let’s begin, I was at Hersheypark with my family. This event happened around 2014, in the summer. It was a warm, sunny, slightly brisk day. Just enough breeze so that I wasn’t cooked alive. This story starts off with my family and I driving to Hersheypark. After about an hour, we arrived there. We skipped with joy up to the ticket line. At that exact time, I had several chills going up my spine. Because, I all of my family was going on the death-trap, but I couldn’t stay behind.(I really wanted to stay behind)

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

Outside with the leader in their eyes the Nazi soldiers ordered them to hurry. Then they quickly pushed them into the back of a truck and hauled them away. The three were driven to the train station and packed into a steamy cattle train and with lots of other people. After a while, there was the muffled sounds of locking latches and they were left in almost complete darkness. Air could only pass through the small cracks between the train cars sideboards. Everyone in the train car stood crammed closely together in the foul sweltering heat for two days before the whistle blew and the train started to chug slowly along the tracks.

Over the summer of 2015 I went to my aunt’s quite a bit during the week. Sometimes when we would be going to the pool I brought my friend Hannah to my aunt’s house with me. There are other days when she just comes because I ask her. On days when she’s there my aunt would let me drive her side by side. My aunt has a large piece of land so it’s really fun. We did this days when she wasn’t there too. A side by side is like a glorified golf cart. I love driving it even if I have to bring other kids my aunt is babysitting. When it’s just Hannah and I it’s great.

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!

As the amusement park opened on a late May morning, the noisy school bus pulled into the Valley Fair parking lot. My group of friends and I exited the bus and crowded into the theme park. We heard the excited squeals from children eating ice cream as well as the eardrum-grating screams from people on the ride closest to us. My friends and I enter the line for my first roller coaster ride. The expression of reluctance was written clearly across my face. I did not want to ride this beast. My friends tried to egg me on. “Just ride the roller coaster!” they all shouted. “You’ll be fine! Nothing bad will happen.” I am surrounded by voices that do not stop until I unwillingly get on the High Roller. My fear of roller coasters is not as simple as one may think between the speeding unsafe death-traps and tunnels of doom that makes them terrifying.

I bumped into the glass and fell to the ground and didn't know where to go couldn't figure it out I thought I was never going to get out of this place. :(

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.

My grandma owns a old cattle farm, even though there isn't much cattle there anymore. Before my cousin, Aunt Jen, and uncle moved to Hawaii, they built a house on the property. Whenever they come to visit, they always stay in their old house.

“AAAAHHHH! STOP THE RIDE! WHEN DO WE GET OFF?HELP!”Hold on let’s back it up let’s start this all from the beginning.This all happened in the summer of 2015 those were the days.

I was always scared of roller coasters, something about them made me feel weird inside. I would go to Great America with my friends and wait outside the rides that were scary for me. I never really thought about getting on any rides that dropped at the speed of lightning and loops that make your stomach flip upside down twenty times. I would just sit down and watch the rides as they dropped. That was until one day, my friend told me “Close your eyes I’m taking you to somewhere that’s fun.” I didn’t know what she meant by that but I did what she told me to do. She also covered one of my ears I didn’t know why. “Open your eyes Steven.” I did and at that moment my mouth dropped. I tried running from the line but it was too late. My friend had made me get in line for the scariest coaster in the park. It was named “Flight Deck” .The seats were empty and the small gates opened. She pushed me into the seat and locked me in as fast as she could. I heard the snap which meant the seat was

I was so torn. Do I go try to have some fun with my friends, or stay back and just sit there? I finally gave in to their pleas and joined them on the Double Dragon ride at Harry Potter World. I felt like my stomach was going to drop and my legs felt as heavy as anvils, but I persevered on, absolutely determined to ride this roller coaster. The ride was extremely short since we got there right when the park opened. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad. We got onto the roller coaster and I was so scared that I was shaking. Scratch that, scared is an understatement. I was petrified. We got onto the roller coaster and I squeezed my eye shut. My friends were laughing, completely fine, happy, even.

As we pulled into the college parking lot, the butterflies were released into my stomach. I had always been shy, and three weeks without any contact with my family or close friends was going to be challenging for me. I had applied for the Governor’s Honors Academy, where I was required to stay at a college campus with one hundred and eighty five outstanding students from all over West Virginia. Students strolled past my dorm, eager to meet their roommates. Soon I realized I was going to have to use my own social skills to forage my way through the jungle of diverse people to create new friends.