I’m here to tell you one very important thing: DO NOT go to Six Flags with your friends. That probably made me sound like the lamest person on Earth, but after you hear my reasoning, you will understand why. I’ve visited Six Flags many times. This past summer, I went with my two best friends. It was a blast… until about halfway through. We passed a ride called the “Dragon Wing.” It’s one of those sights that you can’t walk past without stopping to watch. On this gigantic death trap, some workers strap you into a harness type thing and you’re hooked on to a cord. It then takes you 150 feet up to the sky. 150 feet up and you’re laying on something no thicker than a blanket. The only way to come down is if someone pulls another cord that releases
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The harness was less like a harness and more like one of those things the dentist lays on you when you get X-rays. After seeing the “harness,” my body rebelled. I flopped down on the cold concrete as uncontrollable terror swept over me. My two friends were incredibly entertained by this situation, as I could see them through my tear-blurred vision with their cell phones out, recording me. That made me work up enough courage to put the dumb thing over my shoulders and accept the fact that I could possibly die in 10 minutes. At this point, the main thought in the back of my head was that I really needed to get new friends IF I returned home. Now the harness is on, it’s …show more content…
I can feel my whole body go numb when I hear the words, “You’re ready to fly,” come out of the microphone. We plunge towards the ground without any hesitation after the cord is released. I let out a scream so loud that my voice cracks like a 12 year old boy. At this point, I’m crying again and my friends want to punch me because we’re allowed to let go of each other and spread our arms out like birds, but I refuse to let go of my grip. It seems like this horrifying experience is never going to end. Still screaming, I finally open my eyes. I can see people on the ground. Some of them are laughing at me, some of them are giving me disapproving looks. Do I care what they think? Of course I don’t. The only thing I cared about in that moment was putting my two feet back on the ground. I could finally stop screaming when we started to slow down, and the workers were signalling for us to land on the launching pad. I took what must have been the biggest sigh of relief that anyone’s ever taken. The ride is calming down and at this point we are sort of just lightly swaying in the air, like a normal swing. This factor hasn’t made my grip loosen on Grace and Taylor, though. When our harnesses are grabbed by the workers, I know that it’s probably time to let the screaming settle down. Looking back, I’ll admit, the screams may have been slightly obnoxious towards the end. In my defense, hearing
The harness was less like a harness and more like one of those things the dentist lays on you when you get X-rays. After seeing the “harness,” my body rebelled. I flopped down on the cold concrete as uncontrollable terror swept over me. My two friends were incredibly entertained by this situation, as I could see them through my tear-blurred vision with their cell phones out, recording me. That made me work up enough courage to put the dumb thing over my shoulders and accept the fact that I could possibly die in 10 minutes. At this point, the main thought in the back of my head was that I really needed to get new friends IF I returned home. Now the harness is on, it’s …show more content…
I can feel my whole body go numb when I hear the words, “You’re ready to fly,” come out of the microphone. We plunge towards the ground without any hesitation after the cord is released. I let out a scream so loud that my voice cracks like a 12 year old boy. At this point, I’m crying again and my friends want to punch me because we’re allowed to let go of each other and spread our arms out like birds, but I refuse to let go of my grip. It seems like this horrifying experience is never going to end. Still screaming, I finally open my eyes. I can see people on the ground. Some of them are laughing at me, some of them are giving me disapproving looks. Do I care what they think? Of course I don’t. The only thing I cared about in that moment was putting my two feet back on the ground. I could finally stop screaming when we started to slow down, and the workers were signalling for us to land on the launching pad. I took what must have been the biggest sigh of relief that anyone’s ever taken. The ride is calming down and at this point we are sort of just lightly swaying in the air, like a normal swing. This factor hasn’t made my grip loosen on Grace and Taylor, though. When our harnesses are grabbed by the workers, I know that it’s probably time to let the screaming settle down. Looking back, I’ll admit, the screams may have been slightly obnoxious towards the end. In my defense, hearing