The Loch Ness Monster: A Short Story

The Loch Ness Monster
The wind brushed across my face. Wind that carried the echo of shrieks. The mountain of metal rails towered above me and the whole amusement park.
“Whoa…..”, I said. It was the only sound I could force out of myself. I was only eight years old at the time and had never been on a roller coaster, but the second my brown eyes took a glance at this sight, I knew this would be my first one. Twenty minutes from now, I’d be gliding at a vigorous speed, screaming at the top of my lungs while I rode The Loch Ness Monster.
“I think I'm going to ride this one I declared. I was beaming I just couldn’t wait!
“You’re not tall enough!”, my mom answered quickly. Her eyes widened and her fists closed. She had that cartoony look when your eyebrows are curved upward, but you have a sheepish smile. I had a feeling she didn’t want to go anywhere near that thing… or worse, she didn’t want me going anywhere near that thing.

“I can measure myself her.”, I gleamed as I jogged up to the board that measures your height. I peered at the markings and i was just tall enough! (about 48 inches, specifically)
“She is tall enough.”, objected the man who worked at the amusement park. He had been watching the whole conversation. He was nodding at my mom. He had this super-serious face like he had never smiled in his life!
“Um… okay then” , my mom replied. I couldn’t believe it! My first roller coaster! I couldn’t even contain my excitement. My 5 year old brother was jumping and grinning with excitement. (Though he probably wasn’t even sure what was going on.) We we're almost going to go into the line when the man halted us so that he could measure my brothers height.
“Sorry, kiddo, you’re almost