It was a nice summer day in in the wide spread hills of Hillsborough. We had recently returned from a 2 week trip from California. We went to California with ours and our aunt Nayyer’s family. We went there to visit other cousins and families. We spent first two nights at my aunt's house in Sacramento and we drove to Los Angeles to go to Universal Studios. In Universal Studios there were many fun rides like the Symptoms, Jurassic Parks and Transformers, however, this one called The Mummy was different from the rest. In this ride our rollercoaster went into a dark cave and just ran rampant through the loops and terrifying drops. Loops were just ok, they weren’t too scary, however the “drops” in the ride really got me off the couch and made me scream …show more content…
Drop is a term we, cousins use to describe the motion of the roller coaster, when it goes very high up and comes rushing down the track in a nineties degree angle. That was the day I discovered my deep hidden fear of heights. The rushing down wasn’t the scariest part though, scariest part was slowly going up the track and looking down as if the track just cracked and I am falling towards it with a face down legs up stance. Anyways after the ride, we went and drank some cold sodas and had a nice lunch. I still couldn’t believe what I had been through. That rollercoaster's maximum speed was only forty five miles per hour and drops didn’t get higher than 20 feet however, it was my first rollercoaster ride ever. Now the worse part was that all my cousins knew how scared I was to ride roller coasters. Now they were planning to take me to another world of roller coasters, with average speed of eighty miles per hour and drops as high as four