We had literally been waiting in line for almost an hour and it seems like we had not advanced in that amount of time, not even a step. My legs felt like jelly from being up for such a long amount of time. I felt and heard my stomach growl from not consuming at least a small portion of food. As we were about to give up on the ride and walk out of line, we were called up next. It had been two months of fundraising, and the long awaited trip to Magic Mountain was finally here. I was just the tiniest bit uneasy about the whole idea, based on the fact that I had never stepped foot onto a theme park. Magic Mountain was sort of a big choice as a first timer, but what could I possibly do, I had no say in where we went. It was kind of like a band …show more content…
The awkward thing about this whole trip was that I truly did not know anyone on this trip except for my dad of course. While we waited, my dad and I talked about the view in front of us which was, of course, the roller coasters held at Magic Mountain. We talked about Goliath and how the drop was so steep and dangerous, my dad also teased me the entire time because how nervous I was just by being here. Moments later my band teacher introduced us to these two girls who had happened to be in the same grade as me but I have never really noticed them before. “This is Gloria and Jenelle, you’ll be chaperoning them today, is that okay or would you rather be alone?” Mr.H asked my dad with concern and a smile. “No, not at all” my dad responded back. Where was I? Oh yes, I was standing awkwardly behind my father. My shyness always got the best of me. “Where should we start?” my dad asked us as we walked towards the entrance of the park. “I don’t know” Jenelle and I said …show more content…
We already had gone on three more rides beside Viper and I was already feeling something different. I was talking to Jenelle and Gloria as my dad led us to the place where we were supposed to have lunch with the rest of the kids that had came with us. I would be lying if I told you they had such a variety of food for us. The food they had were, rubbery hot dogs with stale buns, not ketchup or anything, heated hamburgers that looked like they were a week old, and store bought chips. We all went with the smart decision and got chips, we decided we would all buy something from within the actual
another line, and another wait. This has to be the most unpleasant part of a
Before long I spotted my friends a few feet away and I walked in their direction. I found my 3 friends roaring with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. A few hours later we were all piled in the car and Ashley’s parents drove home. We sat in a comfortable silence because everyone was exhausted from all the fun that we had. I smiled to myself in the dark, as I thought about what an amazing story my trip to six flags would make in the
n the big beautiful place of Tennessee is a scary looking cave called the Bell Witch Cave in Roberts County unlike other caves that may seem scary but aren’t spooky. Bell Witch Cave gave people of Tennessee the chills and made them feel a little unusual about the dark rocky cave. What made Bell Witch cave so unusual and scary were all the living and non-living things that have been in the cave for years now. The cave had a gate that covered the entrance, but looked like it has been broken through a few times that made things strange about Bell Witch Cave. The inside of the Bell Witch Cave hard pointy shape rocks that just surrounded the cave from top to bottom it had bats hanging upside down from the top of the cave, some bats would go and come
One summer morning, I woke up excited. My friends and I were going to Hershey Park. I’ve been busy this summer, so this is the first time I was able to go. Hershey Park is a big amusement park with big roller coasters and a big water park. The Fahrenheit is my favorite ride there. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and waited for them to pick me up at my house. While I sat on my couch, I had my bag with a towel and a bathing suit for the water park and I could put my phone there. I was ready to go.
A mountain man is a male trapper and explorer who lives in the mountains. Mountain men were most common around the North American Rocky Mountains from around 1810 through the 1800s. Almost 3,000 mountain men were in the mountains at around 1820 and 1840, the peak beaver harvest period. While there were many free trappers, most mountain men were employed by major fur companies. The life of company men was nearly militarized. The men who had the company also had mess groups that hunted and trapped in brigades and they all reported to the head of the party. Mountain men rose up in geographic and economic expansion driven by huge earnings in the North American fur trade (wickipedia).
What most people expect to hear is me looking forward to riding the roller coasters. I hope that’s not what you thought because I hate them, maybe not hate, but really I’m just not a big fan of high altitudes in general. Consequently, this is why I was always reluctant to going with my family on this trip. Nevertheless I always went. Now that you know I’m not a fan of heights you could guess what attractions I was accustomed to riding, let’s just say my height requirement was more than enough to be eligible to ride. This specific year I decided to bring a friend to accompany me and in hindsight that was a bad idea because he was a roller coaster
“Come on, guys,” I yelled at my family, which consists of my mom Madonna, my father John, and my two sisters Alissa and Kara, as I ran frantically across the jam-packed parking lot to the opening gate that led to a world of adventure. As wide as the world around, my eyes pierced at the doorway to a world of fun. Families, of all sizes, were enjoying all the possibilities of fun. Hearing laughter and frightening screams, warned me of the experience waiting for me within the doorway to everlasting amazement. The sweet baked smell of funnel cakes swarmed into the fresh morning air. Before I knew it, my family and I were ready to enter Valleyfair, an amusement park that offers summertime fun to the maximum.
Dad tried to give the guard twenty dollars, but he refused. Dad shook his hand and thanked him several times. I could go on and on about the rest of our trip but it would take another twenty pages. Unfortunately this was not the last outburst my father had at Disney World. I can tell you one more thing. Through the chaos Dad finally made it to It’s a Small World with his family. It was the biggest smile he showed through the whole trip, but it wasn’t his last. We have been to Disney World twice since then. We still always ride It’s a Small World and I always bring cotton balls for my ears. The cotton keeps my arms from getting tired.
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Denny's, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the day's big event. On our way to my cousin's apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said "Summer Sanitarium." To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousin's apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
It all began when a couple of friends and myself went to Six Flags for some fun right at the beginning of summer. We arrived there early in morning, which was about nine o’clock for us. The birds were chirping and the sun was bright. There was also a hint of dew, making the grass sparkle in the sunlight. The place was packed, people were standing in huge lines waiting to buy their tickets. My friends and I were lucky because we had season passes and just walked right to the front gate and walked in. Naturally there was a security check at the front gate, little did I know that I was going to run into them again in the near future. From there we went straight to the ride “The Mind Eraser.” It was always wise to go to that ride first, because as the day progressed, the line grew longer. Since the ride is only about a minute long, the wait then becomes to long to make the ride worth the wait. As we got on, all of us were a little jumpy. It was the first time being to the amusement park that year, and our stomachs were not immune to the s...
My internal organs thumped against my chest as I dragged my bag along the carpet floor and into the corridor. As I walked into the long hall, I glanced up and noticed the sign telling me I could get on. My entire body could barely hold itself together with the anticipation of the monumental, dream-come-true event about to take place. I said to myself, "I'll soon be in the air." I slowed my pace to further enjoy what was happening. Swarms of people walked around me as I treasured knowing that one of my lifetime goals was now inevitably going to occur. The excitement and adrenaline running through my veins could have killed a horse.
Your hands are shaking so much it takes a while for you to get your seat belt off, so you need a little assistance from a worker. When you stand up, it instantly feels like you are about to vomit all of the cotton candy, and candy apples you had eaten early that day. It feels as though the bile has built up in your gut and it is ready to spew through your mouth. When you step out of your seat, your legs are wobbly and feel like Jello making it challenging for you to walk correctly, and everyone notices you having a hard time standing. Your hands are quivering, but you know you just had the ride of your life, so you feel some sense of pleasure. Even though you feel like your life has flashed before your eyes, you are cheerful you rode the ride, but don’t know if you would consider riding it
During the spring of 2011, my family planned a trip to the theme park. I was not too thrilled about it due to my rebellious “I’m too cool for this kid stuff” phase. On the day of the visit to the park, my attitude had not wavered. We woke up at a time when a teen should still be in bed and skipped breakfast, all in hopes of avoiding the dreadful lines. I walked into the park already with a foul mood. M...
We got into our lines, behind groups of excited families and happy little old men and women. As the line ascended up the ramp onto this enormous water vessel, pictures were taken of every group of passengers. Smile, laugh and look happy! Riiight. As a matter of fact, I was pretty anxious. I'd never been on a boat like this, and especially not for a whole week.
The second I stepped foot onto the amusement park’s property, I could feel the magic swirling all around me. As I walked through the crowds of people young and old wearing Disney apparel and Mickey Mouse ears, everything seemed so enchanting: the cheerful music, the twinkly lights on all of the buildings, and the stores that could have been from my favorite Disney movies. Walking along the streets, I took pictures of everything around me because I did not want to forget a single detail; I took pictures of the vibrant yellow, red, and pink flowers that lined the streets, the buildings with intricate details and designs, and the massive roller coasters that glided so swiftly on their tracks. The air was filled with heavenly scents of sweet churros, and I had to get one; it was delectable. Everything at Disneyland seemed perfect and like it was out of a movie. Even as I was about to leave, I got drawn back in; spectacular, bright, colorful fireworks started bursting right over my head, and I could not bring myself to go. My first visit to Disneyland was truly enchanting and magical. At the time I thought no other vacation could