When I was about nine years old, my family was debating about going to Cedar Point the upcoming weekend. I hadn't rode many roller coasters in my life at that time because I was only nine. Of course, trying to be manly, I totally agreed with their decision. My parents told me how big the roller coasters are, and how the roller coasters are some of the biggest in the world. I acted like I wasn't scared, and was talking about how I didn't care about the size of the roller coasters. When that upcoming weekend was finally here, I was so excited to hit to road. The car ride was about five hours long, but I slept the whole way. When we got there, my parents woke me up telling me we were there. As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew I made a mistake.
