as sat in between my twin sister and my best friends and I still didn't think I was safe enough. as he pressed the button I could feel the roller coaster slowly taking off and I thought to myself "oh this isn't too bad. until it dropped us I was scared out of my mind, I wrapped my warms around my sister and friends I wrapped my feet around tem
“Are you scared?” my uncle asked me. “Nope” I replied, trying to sound as brave as possible, even though on the inside I was petrified. Finally, it was our turn to go for a ride. As we climbed into the red colored, rusty old cart, I thought to myself, “There’s no turning back now.” The roller coaster rumbled to a start and we began chugging down the tracks. The wooden coaster rocked back and forth and I was panicking.
‘’you don’t have to’’ my mom exclaimed. We got in line my cousin quickly followed behind us. Soon we caught up to the actual line where all of the people were. And my mom said, ‘’you don’t have to ride it ever again if you ride it right now,’’ now I was getting persuaded. We were deep into the line.
I can not give you a specific answer, but I do think you should talk to your parents, tell them how you feel and explain why you want to walk. I am sure they will understand and take it into consideration. Now, don’t expect an answer right away, don’t pester them let them think. Show them you can be responsible. When you have this conversation don’t have them just listen to what you want, listen to their side.
My worried face turned into a grin as I kept on going in circles. Then I realized I did not know how to stop. If I pressed the break, I would just fall along with the bike because I did not know how to get off. Stopping with my feet is also not an
I felt as if I were jumping in the soft, fluffy clouds, someone, below my feet trying to pull me down to the ground, making each wavy bump feel like I had landed on sharp, rough boulders. The sounds of other girls squealing irritated me, but I still held on tight to the handlebar in front of me. I whined when the ride finished its course, but then I remembered that it had been my fault that my mom and I had to stand in line again. I felt happy that I at least got to ride the roller coaster once. Occasionally, you have to chose between taking the chance to make your day better or worse, or to just do the more essential things first.
Then, with a giant grin on his face, daddy asked me the question that I will never ever forget: “Do you want to go on that ride?” “Ummmm.. sure why not?” I replied with a worried tone. “Come on it will be fun! You have to try it.” So he arranged with my mother to split up for a while so we could go together. Waiting in line, I was not really worried at the time, but then I remembered that those same words got me multiple bruises on my legs, so I quickly distracted myself. Also when we were in line waiting for the next car, it occurred to me that I had the chance to quit and I could just say that I didn't want to go, but me being me, I didn't
Soon I was boarding the car, excited and nervous at the same time. The coaster operators strapped me in, buckled me down, and stood back counting down from three. The car jerked forward and we were off. The car went slowly around a bend in the track, then without warning we were pulled down a small hill. Small shrieks escaped the mouths of young passengers as our expedition became much faster.
“Of course I’m not forcing you Elizabeth, there are many other ways even though it isn’t easy.” Max said. School was finally over and I thought of something. What if I tried eating like Max, who cares if I’m not in shape. Who’s there to impress. I found some burgers my mom made yesterday and started eating.
After we ate we started heading to the golf course. When we got to the golf course we waited for a little bit. After we started golfing it was fun at first. When I started to get bored I would walk off my dad would get mad. After I would get yelled at for walking off I would come back.