I remembered my father told me “ you better get ready because this is some real shit”. My body started to feel different, I wasn't feeling scared I was feeling adrenaline running all over by body.
When we got there I could barely talk from the excitement. It would be my first time there.
The closest I have came to death was in the car crash I was in my Sophomore year where I rolled my truck but besides that I haven’t had any scary things like that happen. I am mainly scared of what it will be like right before I die like whether or not I will be super scared and if I will die painfully and suffering or whether I die instantly. My great grandpa (Popop) died the exact way he wanted to, in his sleep. I hope I die doing something really really awesome.
HONK! BEEP! SQUEAKK! Every which way of me, cars are honking and breaks are squeaking but I don’t care because I see it, the best amusement park ever… Cedar Point! For the longest time had I been asking to go here, the day has finally came.
One Saturday morning, I woke up at seven in the morning to go to an amusement park called Six Flags. The plans had been made days ago, my two older sisters, my brother, a friend of ours and I would be going to Six Flags and spend the entire day there. As I got up after finally getting my alarm to finally shut up I walked over to the bathroom to take a shower when I realized that the ground was spinning, in my eyes at least, I had a vile taste in the back of my throat. I quickly fell back onto my bed feeling like if I hadn’t I would have fallen to the floor instead.
The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May.
It took about 10 minutes of riding rides when Cameron said the most tariffing thing "let 's go on the Superman!" We went to Mom and Alissa then the Superman! To me the wait felt like 1 hour. Then I saw Cameron and Dad they went way up high and...
It was a warm and windy morning in the month of June 2007. I was 7 years old and my family planned a big trip to go to Hershey park. I was so excited it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. This trip was going to be the best trip of the summer. My Mom called my other family to say if they wanted to go with us. They said yes, and that made me happy. We usually don’t get to see our cousins.
When I walked into Six Flags I could hear the music from the carousel playing, and smell the popcorn, and nachos. The people there with us we 're Kara, Kathy, Lisa Jorgensen, Natalie Digllier, Copper, Payton Makena and their mom. Some of them asked me if I wanted to go on the ride called the Raging bull but I said no because I was scared and then went on a different ride instead. I had to choose to overcome my fear or not let fear control me.
YAAA! I heard in my house from my brother downstairs so I rushed down stairs to see why he yelled and this happened. My mom told me where going to Six Flags. I got so excited I hurried upstairs, put on my swimming shorts and my sunscreen.
My best pecan fest was this year when I was in 6th grade. All my friends and I did was ride the zipper until it closed and we were the only once in the cart of the zipper. When I was in the line for the zipper with autumn this people through snap and pops at us and they hurt. When we got on the zipper and it started going they tried to throw it up at us in the zipper cart, and one actually came in our cart put it didn’t pop. When we got off the zipper they were still there and they didn’t through it at us this time because we ran away to a different ride. When we got on the ride we saw an old friend and he had fake money and through it of the ride it was funny because he got in trouble and couldn’t ride anymore. We went back on the zipper and those
I went to school all dressed up in my homecoming outfit, once I got to school the nerves came onto me and I started shaking with anxiety. Everyone was pumped for the game that night, there was a pep fest at the end of the school day that pumped us up. During the pep fest, while everyone was getting pumped up, my stomach was turning in all different directions with nerves and I couldn’t focus on getting pumped up because all I could think about was messing up and getting laughed or yelled
In April of 2007 my family went on a vacation to Disney World. One of the many places we went was a princess store. I was standing next to my mom mesmerized by a tall, pink princess castle. For a really long time we stood there before I went to ask my mom if we could get it. I turned to ask her, but as it turns out it wasn’t my mom.
I was half walking, half skipping through the crowded Disneyland paths with the company of my family that day. The clouds covered a few sections of the light blue sky, and the wind gently blew in the tourists’ faces turning them a pinkish, even reddish color. A decently hot, almost humid breeze from the sun and the wind spread through the city of Paris, France that afternoon in May of 2010.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.