Personal Narrative-My Roller Coaster

“The line looks really long. We should come back later,” My sister said as we approached the roller coaster. It was my first time at Disney World and I wasn’t going to let a line stop me from riding every roller coaster I saw. We were in the line for the Expedition Everest ride in the animal kingdom park. The ride was themed around a yeti hidden out in Mount Everest, and the entire line took us through an old rocky cave that was a tour of history about the yeti. The underground chamber was gusty and dim, but my excitement and eagerness kept me distracted from my surroundings. After about an hour of standing in the line, we arrived at the gates. The carts were just ahead of us and I couldn’t wait. I stood in front of the gate with my hands held tight on the silver metal. …show more content…
I climbed into the left of the two seated cart and my brother sat down next to me. I pulled the wooden safety bar to my abdomen and waited for the ride to begin. We took off slowly and ended up in a pitch black, chilly, place and the ride stopped. A light flashed on the wall where there was a silhouette video of the yeti climbing up the mountain and pulling apart the tracks of the roller coaster, and it was then when I realized that there was a small opening between the cart’s safety bar and my body. Once the ride took off again the cart went out of the cave of the mountain. Once we were outside the ride stopped again, but this time to the site of broken tracks. All of a sudden, the ride rushed into a reverse motion in a backwards spiral and I could feel my rear lifting off of the seat. My body was raised out of the seat and I was leaned over the safety