Personal Narrative On Rockin Rollercoaster

I waited, very shaky in the long line to go on Rockin’ Rollercoaster. It was a warm day where the sun was shining down and I was pacing back and forth the whole morning in the hotel room. I had terrible butterflies in my stomach. Waiting in line felt like forever, but in all reality not much time had past. I waited and waited. I felt like one of those cartoon characters who is standing around waiting for something awful to happen. I looked up at my dad sniffing and wiping the cold tears that were running down my face. The whole time my dad started huffing and puffing while his face was as red as a tomato.
“We need to get out of line,” my father boomed.
“No, we can’t!” I hissed. “I want to go on but I am just scared.” Soon it was our turn.