The Texas Giant-Personal Narrative

“Come on Makayla! You can do this!” my friend Miranda said to me as I reluctantly climbed the stairs to the roller coaster. “It’s not that scary.” Said my other friend John. Miranda, John, my camp counselor Izzy and I were about to ride our first roller coaster together. This was something that most eight year olds wouldn’t even dare thinking of, much less actually going through with their plans. When we finally made it to the top of the stairs I stopped dead in my tracks and couldn’t move. What was I about to get myself into? Izzy saw me, stopped, turned around and said “You don’t have to ride if you really don’t want to.” I don’t think I ever ran down a flight of stairs faster.
It was a scorching day almost two years after this incident happened that I was back at six flags with my mom. I was here to prove a point to myself that I could do this: the Texas Giant. “Next ten people” the lady said as my mom and I took a couple steps forward, preparing ourselves for what was to …show more content…
I was determined to conquer my fears of heights and roller coasters. The day was growing old and the sun began to set. We had been standing in line for what seemed like hours. My legs ached from standing up and I was longing for a refreshing drink to cool me off. I honestly thought we would never make it to the ride; that we might as well turn around and go home before I could whimp out again. Then my mom said, “We made it, we’re at the front of the line!” Nervousness hit me at once. I needed something to do to take my mind off the fact that I was doing. I looked around and spotted a clock, large with gleaming numbers, mounted onto a wall. It counted down to the very second the ride would pull in. Expecting the new passengers that would soon fill its seats. Only a couple of seconds left. The anticipation was killing me; only twenty seconds left. Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen… There it was. The roller coaster pulled in and I thought to myself. Whoa, this is