The Longest Rollercoaster

First and foremost, my grandmother is always hurting me throughout my life. She raised me and my cousins from the time we were little up until now. I am the oldest out of me and my cousins, but I get treated the worst. My grandmother shows a lot of favoritism between us no matter what the situation is; I always get blamed for it. I graduated high school without no distractions and no kids. My cousins, on the other hand, barely finished school and had kids during their sophomore year. In my grandmother’s eyes, I am dumb and stupid. She feels that I would never be anything in life, that I wouldn’t accomplish my goals. She used to embarrass me in school and would have the other kids laughing at me. Never got anything that I may have wanted but my cousins always asked her for money because they never wanted to get out and find a job themselves. I never asked my grandmother for a cent, but get treated so badly. All I ever wanted was to make her proud of me. I wanted her to see how much I

“The longest ride” could mean a lot of things, but in this case it is referring to Ira and Ruth’s long life together and all that they have been through. Ruth and Ira are an old couple who falls in love. Ira gets in a car crash when he is old and Ruth has already died. Sophia is a young girl in college who goes to a Bull Riding Rodeo and meets Luke who she begins to like. I will be evaluating, predicting, and questioning the book, The Longest Ride.

If you can get to the root of their fear you have a fighting chance. Fear is a powerful force and it changes even the mildest mannered grandmother into a Crackin. The anger and hostility is a defense mechanism, it’s their way of taking control of the situation.

In a park near you very soon a roller coaster will be drawing near...furthermore, not only is there a roller coaster that has never been seen before but also the most magnificent coaster that you've seen. The Looper...The Looper is one of the fastest roller coasters in all of Hershey Park. It speeds in excess of 70 miles per hour. When you are riding The Looper you will feel countless different feelings. As a matter of fact, you will feel not only ecstatic and delighted but also thrill and suspense. Not to mention that as the experience of the unique exhilarating , unforgettable thrills comes to an end, you will surely feel mourning. Be that as it may, you always have the privilege to jump back in line and do it all over again. Riders will feel the anxious anticipation as they wait in line. Not to mention, the force of the g forces as the train screams by the other rides nearby. You will experience pure speed and adrenaline as your heart starts racing as the train accelerates before plunging down

Our roller coaster is about three and a half feet tall and two feet wide. It has one loop, two funnels, three turns, one five-part zig-zag, and one pulley leading from the end to the top, and four bells that rang and vibrated when the marble hit them. Our group divided the work by, assigning people jobs, then switching after a while. An example of that some people would score and other group members would fold, or some would build and others would test, and we took turns switching jobs.

We stepped into line, starting to feel butterflies in our stomachs.. Walking through as we hear the rollercoaster rushing above heads. Feeling anxious, but excited at the same time. A summer day with the feeling that a storm is coming. Talking to pass the time, when we noticed what was going to happen. The dark gray sky emerging by the second. Rumble after rumble. The sky began to cry.

There is nothing quite like the thrill of teetering on the edge of the track and waiting for a coaster to send you speeding down a near vertical drop so scary that it’s impossible to muster up and let out a scream. Thrill-seekers looking for the ultimate adrenaline pumping, heart-stopping, breath-taking roller coaster experience are in luck, as there are a number of jaw-dropping roller coasters located across the globe that aim to make riders’ hair stand on end. In this article we are going to look at five of these roller coasters, why they are so scary, and where they are located:

My trip to Japan was a rollercoaster ride of emotions, experiences, and . It started off as any ride does. Waiting in line, heart beating in your ears, thinking of the possibilities--the endless possibilities--that await once I passed the gate. The ascension built up anticipation. Nerves threatened to bubble over and consume my being; nevertheless, this time was precious. This was the time of dreams. The time for creating the perfect scenarios, and I played them in my mind on repeat. At this point everything was uncertain. I did not know what I was getting myself into, and I could only hope that everything would be alright.

My daughter has a strong attachment to my mom (her grandma). Of course, my mom took care of her since she was born, while my husband and I worked. It was common seen them singing, dancing, kissing, and hugging each other. At the age of 3, my daughter already knows to write her name, count to 10, and the basic colors. Everything thought by her grandma. My daughter has so many childhood memories and her grandma is in every single one. Of course, my mom, my daughter, and I, have been always very close too, and we have thousands of pictures together. Today, my daughter is 17 year old and my mom is 92, and we both (my daughter and I) take care of her.

The day of the trip, my mother woke all of us up at 6AM. I was already exhausted. I was trusting I would get the opportunity to rest, as I was on break. She could have told me she was waking us up early. I was certainly treasuring my sleep. “How long is the drive?” I asked my mother, “Around four hours,” she told me. My mouth dropped open in disbelief. How could any trip take this long? Prior to the outing, we went to pick my grandmother up. She’s very enthusiastic and talks so much. I asked my mom “Why are we going to grandma’s?” and she told me “Because your grandma is coming.” Sarcastically I thought, “Incredible, more people, just exactly what I wanted.” My grandmother has never

The relationship between my grandmother and I was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with my family and I. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother, so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

Before Helen Pocock passed away, my mother would always mention how much we were alike; however, I found this to be quite surprising considering the amount of time we spent bickering at each other. This became progressively apparent during her last few weeks of life, in which she resided in our house until we could place her in a nursing facility. For one weekend, I had the responsibility to care for my grandmother; meanwhile, my parents traveled to Texas to move all of her belongings back to New York. During this time, my grandma and I would constantly quarrel to the point where I felt frustrated, angry, and exhausted. I ended up calling my mom to vent to her about the situation, in which she stated that we are both strong-minded people that has to have the last say; hence, why the arguing felt relentless. This also tends to happen when my mom and I argue, in which the fight last ten times as long and ends up being way worse than it should be. However, when disagreements arise with my father and tempers start to

I grew up living through several life crises not knowing what to do about them, only that my grandma could make things better. My grandmother is the heart and soul of my huge family. At age six, my parents divorced and my mother got remarried, leaving my siblings and I behind to my half sister and grandmother’s care. The day I turned seven, my father passed away, leaving behind my eleven siblings and I. Although my dad had passed away, my grandma always said “it’ll be okay. You all still have us.” My mother signed paperwork making my half sister our legal guardian. Before she left, she told my siblings and I: “You are all like your dad. You won’t get anywhere,” but she was wrong. Because of my grandma’s pushy attitude, we’ve

The roller coaster of my life starts me off with excitement as I am waiting in line to fInally get the thrill that I have been waiting for. As I get in my seat and buckle myself in for the best, or worst time of my life. I get to choose to make it a good or bad experience, so I try to make the most of it. Then I start going up,and up, and up at a vertical angle. At this point the excitement is eating me alive. As I reach the top I prepare myself for a up, and down battle with all the twists and turns between. See my high school experience was like a roller coaster. Freshman year was me waiting to finally be in high school. Sophomore and junior year, was where all the twists, turns, ups, downs, bumps, and stops came in. Finally we make it to my senior year and like the roller coaster I start to settle down, and soon everything will be over in a flash. My life is like a scary roller coaster, I never know if everything will be okay or not, and from freshman year to now high school has been filled with all the twists, turns, stops, bumps, and exhilarating moments.

The significantly strong relationship my grandmother and I had, set standards so high for other ones that I sent myself in a downward spiral. I can easily say that my grandmother is the strongest person I have ever known. I was able to be myself around her. My grandma’s house was my second home. Every Friday evening, I would go to her house for a sleepover. It wasn’t the standard visit to grandma’s house; it was the bond and welcoming warmth nobody else offered to me. At seven years old, my first intention was to take of her, even though it was meant for the other way around. The one thing I took away