Narrative Essay On Roller Coasters

Every summer my family goes to Wisconsin Dells, where we stay at a water park, a theme park called Mt. Olympus. The remarkable first year we journeyed, we walked over to the theme park to just check it out and observe what they had for rides. There are four roller coasters, also there is an abundance of go-kart tracks. I had never been on a rollercoaster. There is a ride called Pegasus. Pegasus is the smallest of roller coasters at the theme park not including the one for particularly young kids who do not reach the height limit to ride the rest of the rollercoasters. I could have ridden Pegasus but me being the scared cat I was. I had not wanted to go on the ride.

Next year we went back and then my older sister Rachel had asked me to go on

Thinking and wondering why I agreed to go and I decided to never embark on that roller coaster again, then we departed and found my family at the picture booth. We searched for the picture of me and my sister when we found it. My mother and my sisters chuckled and made fun of the expressions on my face and how afraid I was. Then my family, including me, noticed the contrasts between me and my sister and how we reacted on Hades 360. My sister had gone on roller coasters before, so she perceived what to expect, as she had gone on Hades 360 about two or three times before we went on it. A short time later, after glancing, at the picture we left and my mother had inquired me to portray the experience of going on my first real roller coaster. I would be obligated to announce it was exciting, but frightening it definitely made my adrenaline start pumping, something I would do again, but not that ride again right away. I would need to build my way up to that point again, so we were bound to check out the rest of the roller coasters in order of smallest to largest or least to most terrifying it would go in the order of Pegasus, Zeus, Cyclops and lastly, Hades