What Is A Long Lasting Tradition Essay

I was miserable, I couldn’t back out because I knew I’d receive a punishment later. My family consists of very pushy people. I nervously waited in line for what seemed like hours, and then we reached the front. The worker let us in and we sat into the bright, cyan chairs. Right then and there, I began to tear up. I was terrified! I kept telling myself that I wasn’t ready for the Leviathan, especially since it was a such a big ride and it was my first rollercoaster! “I want to get off.” I said, my eyes watery. “I can’t do this.” I was about to get out when I realized that this would be only chance to ride a rollercoaster all the way in Canada. I wouldn’t be able to go back until I was much older. I took a deep breath, and sat back down. “Don’t worry, Leviathan isn’t that bad. It’ll be over before you know it.” The worker reassured me. Then the ride started. I closed my eyes on the way up because I didn’t want to see how high up we were. I thought silently to myself about my life choices and how stupid I was to go on this ride. When the screaming began, I knew we were close to the big drop. I grabbed my seat tightly and braced myself for it. Woosh! It happened in a matter of seconds and I was too surprised to scream. The butterflies in my stomach were so intense! I opened my eyes and took in the height. I finally realized that I actually really liked the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. I was laughing and screaming “Can we go again?” by the time it was over. After the Leviathan, we went on The Bat, which went upside down and backwards and the Behemoth. By the end of the day, I realized that I shouldn’t judge things too quickly. I never rode a rollercoaster before that, so I never knew what it was really like. I learned that I should always give things a chance before I judge

Then That's when the anxiety kicked in. As the creaky cart started to go up the tracks creek creek as the cart went up. I kept my eyes open as I watched us go up. Once we reached the top I could see the beautiful day and the bright white clouds and the… aww as the cart went down, the cart was going so fast It was like I was flying a 100 miles per hour. All I could hear were screams of everyone and myself but mostly myself. Once we went down the big drop it was not that bad, I couldn't believe that I survived the drop that was normally the part I cried on. After the big drop we went in a big circle as it headed for the little drop we went down in the big circle as I had my hands up feeling free like a bird. Then the little drop hit you could hear the cart starting to speed up on the tracks again and I said “woh” and then the cart started slowing down again as we reached the station. We all clapped and said We SURVIVED! Once we exited the cart with are legs numb from all that excitement and impact we headed down to get some drinks and to discuss which to ride next, and that was the time I survived Six

We laughed as we waited in line. Before i knew it we were at the front of the line. We handed the old man wearing a deep frown our tickets. We ran up the few steps hastily. I buckled myself in and waited excitedly. As the time went on more people started to pile in on the ride. After a minute the guy went to check and see if everyone was buckled in correctly after he completed his task he got of and started the ride. It went slow and steady at first, but it started to gained speed and height. The higher we got the lower my stomach dropped. I held my hands up and felt the my hair dance in the cool wind. After the ride was over he and I rode more rides than we could

After a lot of thought, our last ride of the night was going to be one I had been putting off. Tatsu. You’re strapped in by your shoulders and your legs dangle. When we got in line, I wanted to cry. I had heard screams echoing through the starting tunnel. It was our turn. While I strapped myself in, tears started in my eyes. The start was a long uphill (isn’t it always?). The downhill lead to a HUGE loop. I started screaming but my mouth immediately became dry and my throat scratched by the wind. The rest of the ride was pitch black. Finally, it ended. I sprinted off, grabbed my bag, and again yelled,” THAT WAS AWESOME!” This time was friends didn’t laugh, but they rubbed their necks and complained about the

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

After a good night’s rest, we headed off to the trail. We had to take frequent breaks, because the air was super thin. The trail was rocky, uneven, and slippery. If I were to fall that would be very very bad. I thought it was easy, but then the impossible happened.

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

It was a quiet warm fall night one of those fall days that you can smell the leaves decomposing on the ground at Acadia National Park on the BeeHive trail when there was a shrill shreek and a loud gasp. I had been at Acadia National Park since Friday it was Sunday my last day here. Later me and my mom had decided to go on one of the hardest trails for our last trail, it is called the BeeHive. This is a special trail that uses rungs for parts of it because of how steep it is. I was half way up the trail when I tried to halt but it was too late, the sand had concealed the wet, slippery leaves. Seconds after I was optimistic that I could hold my balance I then got sceptical about standing still I tried to move and then I dropped off the side of

My heart still racing, with my anticipation and fear alike reaching their peak, we rushed down the slope at a very high speed, with the wind blowing against my face rapidly removing the sweat that had accumulated. There were many twists and turns, but then, I saw the loop approaching. This was the part of the ride I feared most. We quickly went upside down, then right side up again and it was over in an instant. It seemed like seconds and we arrived back at the station and

I had just made it up the hardest part! “How was that?” I heard from below. “Pretty good.” I replied. After that, the rest of the climb should be easy. At least by comparison. I raced up the cliff, I could see the bell, all I had to do was ring it. “Slow down, I need catch up!” Silver yelled from the bottom, frantically pulling rope through the carabiner on his harness at the bottom. I only had ten more feet to go when I grabbed a loose rock. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I looked at the rock in my hand, an inch thick and about a foot across. I realized that I was falling. I couldn’t let out a yell or say anything. I fell almost ten feet before I was jerked to a stop by the rope. I hit the cliff with a thump. I latched on to the first hand hold I could find, and stayed there until I collected

The finish line approached fast, my confidence had built as I forced my way towards the end. Still in front, I couldn't quite believe it. I was finally over the line. The roar of noise pierced my ears, serving to snap me back into this reality. The feeling of relief was immense. Arms all around me, like a cradle I wanted to fall back into, as my legs felt like giving way. I was exhilarated but

As we made our way across the park to the ride that I was dreading to go on all I could think about was how tall it is. You could see the ride from anywhere in the park and the park is huge. And it didn’t help that i knew that it went ninety miles per hour. The ride was called Millennium Force. Finally we got to the ride and walked right on. As we rode up the three hundred foot hill and I had the lap bar so tight it hurt my legs and i couldn't move. At the drop, which was more than straight down, was very scary. But it didn’t last as long as I thought it would. The ride was about a minute and a half long, but it was so much fun that it felt like it was thirty seconds. After the ride we walked out and my parents and my aunt and uncle were waiting for us outside of the exit of the ride. We went and saw the pictures of the ride and in my picture I had a huge smile on my

Imagine being in the front of the line standing next to your brother and he is exited and pumped and he can’t wait to get on one of the scariest rides in the Midwest. Your feeling sick and scared inside and trying you’re best not to show it. You keep saying “Don’t get on this ride.” You said ten times but you end up sitting in a cart right next to your bigger brother Hector. Right before you get buckled in your aunt Marci tells you to cover your eyes all the way through. I decided to do what I was told. The ride started move and I opened my eyes and it was going slow. I told myself, “this isn’t so bad.” Next we went up really high and then suddenly we went down so fast my eyes started to cry. I covered my crying eyes while screaming. We reached

I have a fear of heights and my brother forced me to ride it, so I did. As soon as I sat on the swing and it closed, I started to have doubts. I started to shake with fear and tremble as we started low on the ground and progressively got higher until we were at the top at about 300 feet. At about 150 feet I could feel the wind soaring through my ears and building pressure. When I got to the top, all the winds might was pushing my head, I tried furiously to turn my head to the right and look out but the wind stopped me. The wind was loud and I couldn’t hear a thing that anyone said. When I was up there, the temperature dropped tremendously and sent shivers through my body and made my hair stand up. As we descended down from the ride my body started to become calmer and felt like I was safe. I left the ride feeling accomplished of getting over the terrible fear of heights and beating the slow motion heart pumping moment of feeling like I was going to die.

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.