Personal Narrative: When I Move On A Car

I 'm waiting at the line, it is moving decently. They can fit a lot of people on one car. My heart is racing, my heads are clammy, and I 'm telling myself to go back. But I don 't, instead I move with the line. We are getting closer. My brother says that if I do this I 'll be braver than he was when he was my age. I do want to be braver than he was. I can hear it, the metal chain, the people screams. Behind us the line is long and it would be hard to go back. The people in front of us move forward. There was enough people to fill the car so we have to wait another turn. We are in the line for front seats. The announcer sends them off. The metal chain clicks again, slowly they go up, and just like that they are there. They drop, and the people scream. We wait for the next car, my mind is saying no, no, no. My brother is excited and so is my dad, I 'm sweating my shirt through. The car comes back to us. The people get off and we get on. I don 't want to sit on the edges, there is noting below your feet! I tell my dad that I want to sit in the middle with the track under your feet. I strap in the seat, the red bar goes over my shoulders. The floor beneath us drops. The announcer sends us off, we make a turn to the chain. It pulls is up that ear penetrating chain, as it clicks we go higher and higher. I close my eyes,

The car is starting to tip forward, and then we stop. Hanging there going to drop at any second, the drop is in front of me. And then just like that, we fall. I 'm screaming of terror at first, but then during this drop the adrenaline, the scare factor, it goes away into excitement and thrill. I 'm screaming for more. We drop, go up, twist, and more. We 're going so fast and the wind is blowing in my face. I can see the track and see what 's I front of us. I want to keep going but then we are done. The ride is over, we come back into the shelter where the people await for their turn. The announcer asks what we thought we all scream for joy