Roller coasters have always intrigued me. It amazes me that people eagerly exchange the safety of the ground for the well sought out moment to be tossed through the air like debris in a hurricane, flying around in the sky. Someone at some point in history thought that people would enjoy such crazy experiences, and that person engineered what some of the first of these terrifying machines. What I find most interesting about these marvelous death machines is precisely the thrill and excitement of surviving the ride and that feeling in my heart and stomach that keeps me coming for more. The first carnival ride I ever went on and managed to experience was a Ferris wheel. When I first looked at that imminent and impossible to miss monstrosity
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The first part is always the climb to the top of the world. As I slowly climb my way to the top of the steep hill, I look around and see the ground below me inching away as if I was a bird fighting gravity as I made my way towards the skies. As I reach the top, the thoughts in my head are jumbled; fear, excitement, nervousness... As the train comes to a sudden stop, my heart relocates itself to my throat. A sudden silence hangs above the train as the riders prepare for the stomach-churning descent. Before I know it, my stomach rumbles like the crack of bombs. I watch the hands of everyone in the roller coaster come up and sway in the air almost in unison. The speed increases by the second, the wind blowing through my hair as I soar through the sky, the wush of the wind temporarily deafening me. As the ride gained speed, the feeling of gravity enhanced tenfold against my body until I was paralyzed. The coaster's twists and turns seem endless until interrupted by a sudden fall down to earth. When another nerve-wracking climb failed to follow the last descent, the ride slows down and I regain control. After the rides finish I can't distinguish between my heart and my stomach. Physically and mentally drained, I follow the former inhabitants of the technological terror down the maroon-rusted metal steps to reach safety. My legs can finally reacquaint with the peaceful, calm dirt ground. I had been spared, but
The first part is always the climb to the top of the world. As I slowly climb my way to the top of the steep hill, I look around and see the ground below me inching away as if I was a bird fighting gravity as I made my way towards the skies. As I reach the top, the thoughts in my head are jumbled; fear, excitement, nervousness... As the train comes to a sudden stop, my heart relocates itself to my throat. A sudden silence hangs above the train as the riders prepare for the stomach-churning descent. Before I know it, my stomach rumbles like the crack of bombs. I watch the hands of everyone in the roller coaster come up and sway in the air almost in unison. The speed increases by the second, the wind blowing through my hair as I soar through the sky, the wush of the wind temporarily deafening me. As the ride gained speed, the feeling of gravity enhanced tenfold against my body until I was paralyzed. The coaster's twists and turns seem endless until interrupted by a sudden fall down to earth. When another nerve-wracking climb failed to follow the last descent, the ride slows down and I regain control. After the rides finish I can't distinguish between my heart and my stomach. Physically and mentally drained, I follow the former inhabitants of the technological terror down the maroon-rusted metal steps to reach safety. My legs can finally reacquaint with the peaceful, calm dirt ground. I had been spared, but