Personal Narrative: My Roller Coaster Ride

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!

I have never really liked roller coasters. Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion that life is very much like one. The first and only time I rode a roller coaster, I was ten years old and anxiously excited. I lack the precaution to remove my glasses before boarding a silly mistake, especially considering the beast in question is called “The Corkscrew,” a monstrous structure that, as the name indicates, loops up, down and upside-down in a giant corkscrew. I am calm while boarding and as the tangle of gears beneath us clicks and groans.

When he used the camera zoom, the strangest thing happened, he got smaller and smaller until the camera was several times bigger than he was. 11. The stubborn captain and his first mate weren’t about to turn back just because of a little storm but now it was too late. 17. The downhill skier representing FInland was unable to stop himself and went tumbling flying head first

My very first time riding on one of these monstrous roller coasters gave me a surge of adrenaline. As the ride began, a lump in my throat beat like a removed heart prepared to walk a platform. As the ride picked up speed, the resistance from gravity developed against my body until I was not able move. A practically intangible delay as the wheel achieved the highest point of its climb enabled my body to unwind in a brief state of normalcy. At that point there was an ambush of stomach-turning weightlessness as the machine proceeded with its rotation and I slipped back toward the earth.

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!

First, We got to the orange entry gates of hurricane harbor and I asked my dad “ can we go to the beach after this and he replied “Yes we can but only if you and Jacob behave” and then my brother yelled “YES” so loud that I thought everyone in the amusement park heard him yell. S we got our tickets for the first ride, the hang glider ride. While I was waiting in line I watched how you have to strap onto a metal hang glider and it picks you up and spins you around. When I got strapped on my back felt very stiff but I wanted to go on it so I held on for dear life while I got picked of the ground and then everything was a blur of green, yellow, metallic silver and blue. Everyone was whooping while I was screaming “No let me down I want to just go to the beach!” When the ride ended I got out of the straps as quickly as I could and ran like the Flash to my uncle.

Somehow everything that could have gone wrong did, the airline lost my luggage, I got lost on the streets of Toronto with a fellow student, when we went on a tour of the university of Toronto the director of admissions managed to hit me in the head with her folder not once but twice, and I managed to twist my ankle the first day. Even though all of that happened it was still one of the most amazing trips I had ever taken and I never stopped smiling. It was the first time I was able to see a place

I was so little, I couldn’t keep myself up I had help. For a 6-year-old, the lesson I was taught that day had no impact on me until now at the age of 16. I have never stepped foot on the ice again until one day, I was in the car with my mother running errands in Long Island. While listening to Christmas music, I began to think about Rockefeller Center. The beautiful, small ice skating rink I had always seen in movies and the grand Christmas tree lit up for all to see.

Thankfully, none of the DJs had a huge light show and I was able to stay in the open space. I also have done extensive research about light triggering a seizure and majority of the sources I have read stated, that this cause of seizer becomes less frequent with age. Being five years later, I believe that my fear of strobe lights is decreasing, but I am still impacted by the crowded space because I know I still get nauseous. I can’t ride in elevators or the window sides of buses. Overall, my phobia is completely

The pungent smell of manure would waft down the hallways as students walked to and from class, I was always late to school because I would get trapped behind tractors on the single lane highway, and there were always pickup trucks in the parking lot. That being said, I loved this school with all of my heart. Friday night football would always make the front of our small-town newspaper, our school spirit was incredible, I knew everyone in my high school by name, and the teachers had great relationships with the students. However, the second trimester of my senior year, everything changed.