Personal Narrative: My Roller Coaster

I had always feared roller coasters as a young kid. I was scared of the astounding heights that some of them reach and their rapid acceleration. I was intimidated from the horrifying screams of terror from other kids on roller coasters, their high-pitched squeals of absolute terror and adrenaline rushing through their small bodies. For me that was very scary and made me not want to get near one of those monstrous horrifying contraptions. This all changed one day when my parents forced me to go to Six Flags with the rest of my family. Once we entered the gates and got our admission into the park my parents chose this very tall and sleek orange roller coaster that seemed mild for them, but to me it looked like I was going to die if I rode it. As we were trying to board what seemed at the time the death of me, a worker made me stand next to a weirdly animated cut out of a child with a measuring stick to see if I was tall enough to ride it. I hoped I wasn’t tall enough so I wouldn’t have to ride it, but I was quite a bit taller than the card board cut out. …show more content…
I feared that I would fall out of this old and semi-rusted seat with only a thin bar keeping me from moving forward. In what seemed like hours the ride finally started, it was a slow start and a progressive climb to the peak of the roller coaster. As we approached the ever so dooming peak I began to try and hold back the tears from coming out. Once we reached the top of the roller coaster the coaster came to a complete stop and allowed me to see all the people watching me from down below. Then gradually the roller coaster started to move and speed down the hill that we were on and approach a loop that seemed impossible for this roller coaster to make