Roller Coaster Descriptive Essay

to say because I don’t really like roller coasters. Not that I’ve actually been on one, but the big noises they make, their height, and just the overall representation of them just freaks me out. The worst part of a roller coaster is when I go down. That feeling of being so light, I can’t feel anything. That’s the feeling I don’t like because it makes me scream. She’s still waiting, so I figure I have to answer her. Now. I think I should give roller coasters another

debating on whether we should go or not so let us just go. You have no idea what you’re getting into by sitting in those seats up there.” Sometimes you make bad mistakes. Those mistakes can haunt you. Well, one of my mistakes was getting on a roller coaster. When I was about 8 my family and I went to an amusement park. Just like every other kid I was overwhelmed to hear that we were going to an amusement park. Just picturing all of the exhilarating rides, marvelous fun, and humorous laughter

Ever since my first roller coaster ride, I have feared riding a roller coaster again. The experience of riding the roller coaster was not enjoyable. The anxiety I felt once the ride started, the slow, creeping movement of the cart towards the endless drop off. Then, I came face to face with the infinite downfall, questioning the decision of why I even approached the ride. My stomach began to turn upside down, then it all happened. Picking up speed, the wind battering against my face, the terrifying

Roller coasters are popular among kids, yet they are dangerous. In the United States, over 4,400 under the age of 18 are injured on roller coasters every year. Many love the lightning-fast rides, but at eight years old I didn’t enjoy even the idea of riding them. As a child, I might not have appreciated my father for forcing me to try again, but now I am thankful for listening to him. The beaming sun shone down on me while the soft, warm breeze told me about how the upcoming days were going to be

Ever since that day, I will never ride a rollercoaster again. In April of 2014, I walked up to the looming sign above me that boomed ‘Thunder Mountain Railroad.’ The hot Florida sun cooked my skin as I squinted my eyes to see the carts of a rollercoaster zoom around a man-made desert mountain. I looked up at my dad. “Are you sure about this? I hate rollercoasters.” “Of course! We’re in Disneyworld, so take advantage of it!” He smiled at me. “She’s right, maybe we shouldn’t,” my mom squeaked. My sister

Roller coasters are horrible, in my opinion anyways. Mostly because I’m so trusting of the way everyone says they’re so amazing and great. News Flash- they aren’t! But every time I’m at a theme park, I let them persuade me into riding them. I sure won’t make that mistake again! It was late at night, and Busch Gardens would close in one hour. My family and I were hoping to go on one last ride, since they had closed for two hours earlier. That’s when we came across Cheetah Hunt. Sure, it looked friendly

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 rollercoaster conductor told us to get in 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. My sister, Anna, said in a soft voice, so she would

little bit, and I felt the need to vomit out the curly fries I had just eaten. I thought to myself “Why did I agree to this? I'm going to faint!” But let's start at the beginning of the story, you know the one where I decided to ride my first roller coaster. I was in a black durango with my best friends Marlee, Emma and Katelyn. Marlee’s mom was driving us to Six Flags to celebrate her 12th birthday. When we got inside the park after an hour or so of singing our favorite songs at the top of our

Recently, my Composition I teacher assigned the class the task of composing a descriptive essay. This led me to the question, “what is a descriptive essay?” What topic could I possible write about for three whole pages? What have I done, seen, or experience that could fill these three long pages? My life thus far has been quite sheltered, so this has created quite the dilemma for me. Being that I am supposed to be descriptive, I feel the need to describe the stress that this has created for me. My physical

In this essay I will talk about the most enjoyable place I have ever visited. This place is known as the Mall of America. My family also travels a lot, so there were quite a few places for me to choose from. I have been to a lot of places like Mount. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, and about 14 of the 50 states. One place I wish I could have gone to was Disneyland since it appears like an incredible place, but I wasn't born when my family journeyed there. The Mall of America was a new experience for me since