Roller Coasters-Personal Narrative

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'll never forget the first time I survived going to Six Flags. The wind blowing every time you pass a roller coaster coming your way, the screams of the children, the fear and anxiety before going into the cart, and the delicious smell of all the food! When I was little I HATED roller coasters I hated the feeling in my stomach I get when I go down, but as you know you grow out of fears sometimes and start liking new things as you get older. For me one of them was starting to like roller coasters.

           As soon as we pulled up me and my brother Spencer jumped out of the car like we were bungee jumping, although I still kinda felt really sick, but there was no time to chicken out and ruin this perfect day so I sucked it up and went with it. We took the Six Flags bus to get closer to the park. The bus had a circle in the middle that spun so I asked my mom if I could sit there and she said, yes! They were sitting in the front of the bus where I couldn't see them but it didn't matter. I felt like I was already on a roller coaster because every time he would turn a corner I would go flying. I looked out the window and saw the most beautiful tree I have ever laid my blue eyeballs on, in my life. All I could think of is I will never see a tree that beautiful in my life! After what feels like an hour on the bus I get really sick and tired of the “pretend rollercoaster” so I look out the window to see another really pretty tree! “My goodness they have a lot of beautiful trees” I say under my breath and think nothing of it. A few more minutes go by and the

The first roller coasters were patented by LaMarcus Adna Thompson in 1885 (Wikipedia), but roller coasters existed long before their paten. Back in late sixteenth century Russia there was a sport known as ice sliding where one would start at the top of a 70-foot wooden structure and pummel down a 600 feet long track on one’s 2-foot-long sleigh (Throgmorton 10). Ice sliding was only available during the winter months, so in the warmer months the Russians would affix wheels to their sleighs so they could enjoy sliding year round. Then in the late eighteenth century a French traveler built a conveyer-like coaster by placing rollers on a wooden track so that riders could coast down the track, thus came the name Roller Coaster (Throgmorton 10).

“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.

It was our first trip to Disney World, and we were visiting what I thought, was the scariest ride in the world. I thought that certain ride was scary, because ever since I was five I would always throw up on the roller coasters, or even car rides. I hated roller coasters ever since I threw up. I thought to myself, ‘This is Disney World we’re talking about, I have to go on this ride, I need this. I promised myself I would go on every single ride here. I will get over this fear.’ After that thought I looked at my dad, as he was already planning on going on this ride. The ride was called Space Mountain, I was told that people with motion sickness shouldn’t go on the ride, but that won’t stop me. I’ve also been told it is a pretty cool and fun ride, so that is another reason why I’m going on Space Mountain.

For some, roller-coasters are an exciting and adrenaline filled attraction, however, for some it is the exact opposite. Roller-coasters can be absolutely terrifying, especially to young children. I was in the latter category as a child, and one roller-coaster was particularly petrifying.

Everyone remembers their first ride on a roller coaster, an experience of terror, joy and excitement, as you tower over amusement parks going through curves and loops. From wooden wonders and steel coasters to twisters and corkscrews, the great rides began with the Russian ice slides in the 17th century and have developed into the ultimate thrill machines of today. The origins of the roller coaster will probably never be a settled issue, historians and coaster enthusiasts could argue where it all began (Harris). The success and evolution of the roller coaster and white-knuckle ride has inextricably mirrored the growth and changing perception of the amusement park industry over the years. A period of

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.

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.

My group was nearing the end of a chilly small hike in the Idyllwild trails, and it was then when I realized that we were approaching the Skycoaster. The Skycoaster was a very intimidating ride in which you would be pulled up 40 feet high and then swung like a pendulum at relatively fast speeds. What made the situation worse was that I absolutely hated roller-coasters. As we were approaching the Skycoaster, I witnessed another instructor from a different group on the Skycoaster; he was screaming his lungs out. At last, we arrived at the dreadful Skycoaster. My palms were sweating, my body temperature skyrocketed, and my stomach felt like butterflies were ramming from the inside-out. We had to assemble and wear a full-body harness that literally felt like a full-steel armor set from the medieval age. My instructor led our group to the Skycoaster several yards forward, and nearly everyone was ecstatic to go on the ride except for me and a few other kids. Somehow, my instructor noticed myanxiety, and decided to choose me as the first person to ride the Skycoaster. I had to choose now whether I really wanted to go or not. My mind was going haywire, one side of me told me that I should not go and that the frightening experience would scar me for life; the other side told me that I need to go or else the other kids would make fun of me. However, I succumbed to the peer pressure, and I realized that this experience is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I finally decided to ride the Skycoaster. I hooked on the rope, then I was suddenly yanked up 40 feet high in the air. I thought to myself, "There is no turning back now, so might as well get over it." Suddenly, I pulled the cord and my body swung at extremely fast speeds like a ragdoll. It was an addranealine rush for the first few swings, and after those swings, I regained my senses. At the end,

Oh god, my mind was racing as my stomach twisted into a pretzel. I’ve made a horrible mistake!

I remember when I went to six flags I was scared to ride roller coasters. I would walk around watching my family getting on roller coasters having fun while I stayed on the ground. Until my mom convinced me to get on one with her. At first I was sacred as the roller coaster was going up. But as it started to go down I felt a rush of excitement. After the first ride I could not stop; I got on ride after ride.

on a Wednesday, and I was barely awake. The weather channel said that today would be a very warm day and I dislike going outside in 90 degree weather. I could have stayed in bed under an air conditioned room, but no, I had to go to Knott’s Berry Farm on a hot day. Once through the dark gates, I begin to hear children throwing tantrums and begging to go on their ride of choice. Soon, the scent of greasy popcorn filled the humid air and furthermore, the butterflies in my stomach happen to flutter in trepidation while I wait in the awfully long line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. The longer I waited in line under the scorching sun, the more I felt the heat on my face and the ride seemed miles away. After what seems to be an eternity, the line finally moved and my friends and I end up sitting in the back of the ride. Of course I had to sit all by myself because we are an odd number and unfortunately, it was my turn to sit alone. The ride started soon and throughout the whole thing I was being pushed from one side of the seat to the other. When the ride stopped, the agonizing pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me with a baseball bat, and I just wanted this day to

Finally, the time came. I was so nervous! My palms were sweating, I was shaking just a 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.