The warm summer sun beamed down on us. We had made it to the entrance of the ride and started walking through the empty line. I could hear the sound of screams as we got closer. We walked through all the gates and bars until we were at the front. I saw each different gate separating the rows of the ride. We decided to go on a row towards the middle of it. “Are you ready to go on your first roller coaster?” my mom said. “I think so.” I said quietly. Today was the day we were at Six Flags! I had been waiting for this day for so long and finally, we were here. We were at a ride called Batman. It was a big yellow and black roller coaster that allowed your feet to hang. I could see the people getting on and off the ride. We were getting closer and closer to the front. I felt more anxious and nervous as I waited. …show more content…
I felt every second go by. They were starting the ride now, the gate in front of us opened! We started to walk out. I stood at the ride frozen. I didn’t know what to do. Should I walk straight ahead and not go on? Or should I sit down? Thoughts were racing through my head. What if something bad happens? But, what if it’s fun? “Are you going or not” my mom says. Was I going? I thought it was too late now and sat down. I yanked my seat belt down as tight as it would go. I buckled it in and prayed I would like it. “All clear, enjoy the ride” I heard. It was starting. I had a sick feeling in my
No clicks, only muffled screams. This rollercoaster did not plummet on the path, no, it tipped off the tracks. It was suspended in mid-air only for seconds, before gravity grasped its meaty hands around the car and forced it downwards. The janitor kept his whistling, busy in his thoughts; not to blame. It was silent until too late.
We started descending down the hill at a rapid speed, fast and faster, going up and down over bumps. As we started going down I could feel myself almost standing because of the bar, great I could potentially die if I don 't follow the rules. Instead of just letting myself stand I forced myself in with my elbows in my hips and my hands on the bar pushing me down. When the ride stopped panic arose in my parents voices. “Morgan where are you !”
A sunny and warm morning, quiet in the school with what seems to be the ‘loudest class’ gone. Although quiet my energy was through the roof, I was eager to take down this roller coaster. This energy showed, people tried and half-awake yet I couldn’t contain myself. Throughout the entire ride there I hadn’t been calmed a bit- of course not until I finally saw what this rollercoaster had in store. Up and up until
‘’Wow’’, I thought when I compared Six Flags Magic Mountain to Knotts Berry Farm, Visually the rides were way more extreme. As I was walking around with my mom, uncle, and brother me my mom and my brother had a hard time keeping up with my uncle because he was walking extremely fast, he clearly knew his way around. As the worker at Six Flags started buckling all of us up my teeth started grinding against each other. Although I could feel the excitement going down my spine. ‘’Ch ch ch ch’’ as we went up, until we came to a stop that my knees were quivering with fear when all of a sudden, I’m screaming my head off!
It was my seventh grade year. We went down to Florida for my sister’s senior year spring break trip. It was nice to have my parents, my sisters and me all vacationing together; we were sure to have a good time. We were staying at a resort in Kissimmee, Florida, a couple minutes away from Orlando. We had many activities planned, Disney parks, downtown Disney and my personal favorite: Cape Canaveral.
The best day I have had recently was going to Six Flags in Agawam, Massachusetts. Six Flags is a huge amusement park with some really wild rides. My uncle drove me, me, my sister, and my cousin there. It took about an hour to get there from home, which is in Worcester, Massachusetts. We all went on some seriously scary rides.
“Okay,” she began. “Me, you, uncle D.J., auntie Tiffany, and their two kids are going to Six Flags!” I was so happy, I felt like a dog who just got a new, big bone for Christmas. But then grief struck me: Six Flags has roller coasters, and I’m afraid of those things. But instead of telling this to
My palms were sweating. My heart was beating fast and furiously. This was it. My very first upside-down roller coaster ride at age nine in Hershey Park. The Sooper Dooper Looper was so intimidating.
My hands are already tingling and perspiring simply by thinking of my story. It was 2002, my husband and I had just been married earlier that year. We were still in our newlywed phase. We were happy and nothing could take us down.
For the longest time had I been asking to go here, the day has finally came. I was nine then, my first time at Cedar Point (other then when I was like two or three but I don’t count that) and for most of the car ride I was all smiles. My family would look out and see who could be the first one to find the roller coasters. I thought it took forever to get through the car lines-being an anxious and impatient girl-
As we slowly took steps over to our seats my fight or flight instinct kicked in. Should I have just run straight out the exit? The next thing I knew I was sitting in the heavily secured seat, getting strapped in and ready for lift-off. The seat hugged my body just as a boa constrictor does to its prey in the wild. The ride was now all set to go.
As the clock struck 6:45 we were all ready to start a new adventure. As we drove into Disney, we could see Cinderella’s Castle. After we parked the car we rode on the people mover that took us to Magic Kingdom. As we entered the gates, we all were really eager. We could see everything that there was to do.
so i got on. We started to go up a big hill and then we rushed down into two loopty loops. As we came down the giant mountain i thought i was gonna wet myself
I would have to sleep on the roller coaster, eat on the roller coaster. what scared me the most was that I would never see my family again, but then I remembered my thought from earlier. I was going to be dead, as dead as anyone could ever be. “Please, have only one more rumble, rumble,” I begged silently. “Please have only one more ‘big, fantastic turn.’
“You’re next…” The horror creator, as the legends say, was filled with mysteriousness; so mysterious that people tried to hunt for him yet none of them ever come back; some say he only appears during the night stalking people, making the victims have a trauma for their lifetime. However, he was only a mystical creature; we knew nothing about him; whether he exist or not; whether he is a bad person or not. I was a type of a guy who wouldn’t believe in such urban stories; this soul is created just to make children behave themselves.