Roller Coaster Ride-Personal Narrative

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I walked up to the cool den-like loading area for the new Cars ride at California Adventure Park. I haven 't been on a ride like this since I was only 4 years old. When I was four years old, Thunder Mountain railroad changed my point of view for roller coasters for what I thought was going to forever. I could picture my little face, crying and screaming with not a delight terror, a horrid terror. This would be my big chance to get over my fear of roller coasters for good. I started to shiver as I hopped into the Light gray car. I was actually relieved that the car had seatbelts, but a sensation of terror came to my face when I realized that it 's that kind of ride that is dangerous without them. The car started with a big jerk! It was time. Nice music came on in the car and I heard my step sister Molly, who was a big fan of roller coasters, yell in the back “ Comon guys! Dance with us!” I felt a little less scared. By…show more content…
As we exited the Car design parlor the warm sun returned to my face and instantly blinded me. I used my step dad Brian as a sun shield and saw the police guy! He said “ Ready to race?” It felt like all of my blood suddenly exited my body. A car pulled up next to us. My sister Kassie yelled at the top of her lungs “ YOUR ON!” “ 3,2,1 go!” The cars went so fast it felt like I couldn 't breath. We twisted and turned and went up and down. That wasn 't the scary part though. I looked up and instantly clutched the handles next to me. There were four HUGE hills coming my way. I pulled myself down as hard as I possibly could. Butterflies were jumping so high in my stomach it felt like my heart jumped into my throat! We were finally done with those huge hills when I saw the finish line up ahead. I realized that the terror wasn 't so bad. I felt so happy and alive. We crossed the finish line with a surprising drop. I screamed. Not with complete terror but with an enjoyable
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