Drop Tower Short Story

Drop Tower

I was eight years old when it was my very first time at King’s Island. It had been a very exciting day so far. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, yet it was very crowded. My grandma, aunt, brother and my three cousins came with me. We rode rides and watched my aunt and my brother do a fun ride where you fly around with strings holding you up on your stomach like superman. The summer light was finally fading after being at the park the whole day. I had dared myself to ride the drop tower. So, my family agreed to do the terrifying ride with me. As we were leaving the park, I remembered my dare so we all stepped into the horribly long line and impatiently waited. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. It seemed to take forever and then, finally it was our turn. We got on the ride, super excitedly and picked our seats which were a vibrant yellow . I sat next to my older cousin, Sallie. She was nine back then. The second I sat in the seat of the ride, I immediately thought that I wanted to turn back, but I forced myself to stay on the ride. Mainly because I didn’t want to get made fun of by my family for turning down my own dare. Then, the man that worked the ride came around

That’s when I knew there was no turning back. There was no countdown so, when the ride jerked the first time, I was so shocked, like a zebra when