Personal Narrative Essay: My First Roller Coasters

My first roller coaster
My whole life I have been afraid of heights and roller coasters at amusement parks. Every year my family and I take a trip to Adventureland in Des Monies every summer. This summer I was determined to ride my first roller coaster.
It was the night before we were going and my sisters and I always have a sleepover with our two other cousins, it was our tradition. We stayed up almost all night watching movies and talking about the rides we were going to ride this time. "I 'm going to ride the Tornado", I said.
"No your not, you will chicken out when we get there", Katelyn said.
I just thought to myself I can do it and we all went to bed. The next morning arrived and we all woke up early to get ready and eat breakfast. My mom made eggs, bacon and toast. We always pack a little cooler full of sandwich meat and snacks to eat for lunch at the park. When we finally got all ready we started to load the car up and piled in and we were off. We always took my grandpa 's van so we had a lot of room and everyone could fit. It takes about 4 hours

It was a nice sunny day not to hot out so it was comfortable to walk all day in. I could see some of the rides from the parking lot and I got a little nervous for the roller coaster. We walked into the park and we always start in the front of the park and work our way to the back. "Lets ride the tilt-a-whirl first!", I suggested. I wanted to start off easy so I could work my way on the bigger rides. The spiny rides were always me and my moms favorite rides. We always rode them together because everyone else could only do about one before starting to feel sick. After that ride, we rode the boat, it rocks back and fourth. The log ride was the family favorite and we always rode it all together. We were about half way through the park and decided to take a break and go eat lunch in the parking