The Roller Traveler-Personal Narrative

I took the path I had walked a thousand times. I knew every curve in the road, every sight to be seen surrounding it. I knew everyone who lived even close to the road. So again I strolled. Somehow, I knew today it would be different, I don’t know how I knew, I just did. Crenshaw Amusement Park, Since 1917. This sign wasn’t here before. I had never even seen people come down this road to visit the park. It sounded fun. I shrugged and began to sneak down the driveway, where I assumed I would be able to check in. Upon reaching the end of the path, I found a sign which told me to explore, it was all free. Surprising as it was, there was no Summer midday crowd. In fact, there was no one at all. I thought maybe it had been abandoned. Suddenly, the lights turned on and the rides started to work. I heard the sounds of excited children, I heard the sounds of masters scolding their dogs, the sounds of balloons popping, people laughing. But I saw nobody who could have made a noise. …show more content…
I hopped onto the largest roller coaster, seeking thrill, maybe. When the ride started, I hadn’t pulled the safety bar over my head, I hadn’t even buckled. I tried to pull the bar over my head, but it didn’t seem to respond to my actions. I pulled and pulled, still, no response. By now, I was at the top of the first drop. I waited for the car to fall. Finally, it did, but it looked as if the ground wasn’t getting any closer. Only farther. The screams of children on their first roller coaster ride ceased. Now, the only sound was the ravens cawing at me in disgust. Why wasn’t I doing