Personal Narrative: Kings Island

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Kings Island It was the last day of school, my friends and I all planned to go to Kings Island the next day. There is a big problem, the thing is I don’t ride rollercoasters and I’m terrified to get on one, I tried to act excited when my buddies kept talking about it but it was just hard because I’d be the boring one not getting on any of the rides. I knew that this trip was going either make me conquer my fears or become more scared of them. So after planning the trip out my friends and I hit the road. It was Cooper, Carson, Patrick, and I. Before going on the trip I knew all my friends loved roller coasters so that didn’t make things easier on me. We made several stops on the way to get food and use the bathroom. It seemed like I had to …show more content…

We finally enter the gargantuan parking lot. This is it, we are finally here and my friends are going to know I’m the biggest chicken in the world. As we are walking through the parking lot we pass little kids talking about how excited they are to ride the biggest rides in the park. So after waiting line forever they open up the gates and everyone takes off to their favorite rides. My group dashes for the indoor roller coaster. So considering it’s indoor I’m thinking its nothing to crazy. Well I was wrong. The flight of fear goes 0 to 60 in a matter of just a couple of seconds and does 4 loops and 3 corkscrews. We get into line and we are one of the first to aboard this death machine. After hearing the death screeches from the other people in front of us I was officially petrified. We begin to board the sharp red and yellow spaceship cart. I sat next to Carson while Cooper and Patrick sat in front of us. As we got strapped in I look at Carson and told him my fear of roller coasters. I was so scared to hear his reaction but what he said after that was something I never saw coming. He told me that he was also scared and he has never rode a roller coaster. Thank god I’m not the only one. I ecstatic to hear that my friend was also

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