The Most Exhilerating Experience of My Life

WOW! We were zipping through the darkness, on the fastest roller coaster in Disneyland,THE MOUNTAIN OF DOOM, at first ,I was terrified (No really I was going to jump of my pants)to go on the ride some guy got his hands cut off[like omg], and for a long time I was terrified. Now, I was on the most fantastic ride in Disney. Finally ,I can brag to my friends. After, I got off me and my mom got some corn dogs and Ice cream,and it was so cold and Delishis, butt out know where one of the seagulls got my Ice cream I was so mad I tried to catch the bird and then BAM it flew away.

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

Just as I arrived in the line the previous riders were leaving. Before I knew it, the gate had opened and we were getting onto the ride. It felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps that was just my sanity watching in awe from afar. I left my shoes next to my bag inside the gate. I had to stand on my quivering tip toes to get in the seat. With my heart beating out of my chest, the carnival worker buckled us in. Then the operator moved us up about ten feet. I wanted to shout down at them to lower us back down so I could get back to the earth. Adrenaline rushed, palms sweaty, my breath came out in quiet, rapid gasps. I had just opened my mouth to speak, but the worker beat me to

I remember the first time I went to Disney World; excited and eager like a child on the first day of school. I already had my suitcase packed two weeks before we even left, and that two weeks felt more like two years. The night before we left, I couldn’t sleep. It was like I had nonstop adrenaline rushing through my body. All I could think about were the rides, princesses, and that beautiful beach I’ve seen thousands of pictures of. Finally, after hours and hours of stirring around, I fell asleep.

I looked up at the roller coaster and all its' loops and turns and jumped with excitement. "Let's go!", I exclaimed. As we were walking up the stairs, a part of me wanted to turn back, but i was determined to get on this one ride. I stood at the gates, waiting for it to be my turn and before i knew it, I was the next one. I went through the gates and went straight to my seat. Henry sat right next to me and held my hand. I was ready. The ride started to take off and I knew there was no turning back now. Up and up we went. The ground below us got further away. I held on tightly to my boyfriends hand and down we

After that, we went to a couple more other merchandise shops. By the end of the day, we had gotten up enough courage to ride our first roller coaster. The only roller coaster that was in the section that we were allowed to explore that day was the Red Rock-It. Linda, who was in my group was a wuss and didn’t want to ride it. It was a surprisingly short wait. When I was finally on the ride, it gave me the opportunity to pick from a list of songs what I wanted to listen to while the ride was going. I picked the song “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. As the ride twisted, turned, and went upside down, my hair was blowing in the wind while basting music was being produced from the speakers on either side of me. As I went off the ride, I felt lighter than air. I had a slight headache, but it was worth it. I knew that this trip would be one to remember. We soon went to the center of the park and grouped together to get back to the hotel where we quickly took showers to get ready for bed, and had a pep talk about what was to be expected of the next day. By 10:00 p.m. I was fast asleep.

Ever since I was a young child, I have always loved adventure. My fear loving father would always take me on the most wonderful retreats to free our adrenaline. One trip in mind that I will never forget is the first time I ever visited the colossal theme park, Six Flags over Georgia, located right outside the stunning city of Atlanta. I was at the tender age of nine years old and had just surpassed the height mark for being able to ride everything. My father had always waited for the day his daughter could finally experience the same grand adventures as himself.

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

The experience that made me feel exuberant was when I truly perform in front of an audience for the first time in my life. Especially the reason being I always wanted to perform in front an audience because it was something that I always wanted to do. This was enormous opportunity to have an audiences come to view my performance and be as ecstatic as I was at that time. I finally felt free, proud, confident, and motivated for the first time in my life when I performed for the first time. I performed in a small town when I was still living with my father in Dowagiac Michigan.

I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

“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.

One of the most unforgettable moments in my life was when I got to go to Puerto Rico. It was so unbelievable that my family got to go to a tiny island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

If someone were to ask me right now, what my greatest experience would be I would, without any hesitation, say History Day. In the eighth grade, my friends and I decided to join National History Day, a program where students gather and research topics pertaining to a certain historic theme. I joined mostly because I wanted to learn something new and have fun with it, though I had no idea what to expect. As we brainstormed topics, we decided to do a performance on the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, which we were all equally passionate about. As we dove headfirst into the research, I remember being overcome with emotion as I realized how similar we were to the girls who had perished in the fire. Many of them were our age and I immediately

The rides entrance itself made my legs weak with sheer fear. The pathway was like a maze and then the stairs appeared to warn me, by saying turn back now. As I climbed each step I tried numerous times to escape. The escape attempts were foiled by my so called friends blocking the only exit. I said,” Come on guys I can die another day.” Audrey quipped,” Oh come on Taylor, man up and go on the ride.” Now I can’t really describe the feeling of having a woman tell me to man up. I said,” Ok I got this.” I shrugged off all my anxiety and nerves and just went with it.