Personal Narrative: The Canyon Blaster

I have never really liked roller coasters. Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion that life is very much like one. My first big scary time I rode a roller coaster, I was thirteen years old and I was anxiously excited. I lacked the precaution to give my phone to my grandma before boarding which was a silly mistake, especially considering the giant roller coaster in question is called “The Canyon Blaster,” a monstrous structure, as the name indicates, it loops up, down and upside-down and goes really fast like a canyon. I am calm while boarding, nervously, and as the tangle of gears beneath us clicks and groans. I undergo the gradually increasing angle of the track in silence. My sister, whos 2 years younger than me, knows what’s coming, and I catch her mumbling jokes under her breath before we’re at the very top with the entire amusement park spread below our feet. As the vertical drop below us, scares the heck out of my little sister and to be honest it scares me too, all pink metal curving sharply down and away, my stomach starts crumpling uncomfortably. I want to scream, but my mental capacity is focused on preventing my phone from slipping out my pocket using utter willpower. My sister has no such concentration. Her death scream competes with the loud …show more content…
It has taught me that even though things may get tough and kind of crazy it will have its ups, and those ups may be a very high point, like a roller coaster. Another example is, someone close to you can pass away and that's a downer, but think about it later in life or recent something good is going to happen. For example, going to college or having a family of your own, yes those down points are heartbreaking and sad but those high points are exciting and