Personal Narrative: My First Roller Coaster Ride

Fearless and vulnerable, I was ready to face my biggest fear ever. My heart was beating a million times per minute and my nerves were exposed to everyone within a two mile radius. “I don’t know if I want to go” I said to my mother. In the next breath I was saying “I want to go so bad, what’s taking so long?” After waiting for ten minutes-- which felt like four years-- it was finally my turn. I was about to ride my first rollercoaster.
Squeezing tightly onto my mother’s hand, I set down on the torn up cushion wondering if that foreshadowed what the ride was going to be like. I was bracing for the worst. We sat directly in the middle section of the ride because I refused to sit in the front or the back. When going down the hill I thought so I didn’t want to sit in the front. I

We went up and up and up until I thought we would reach the sky. Finally with my eyes sealed shut, we reached the very tip top. I opened my eyes and felt like I was on top of the world. That feeling only lasted for about two seconds. Then my stomach dropped. The cart went down the side of the hill as fast as light can travel. The coaster jerked from side to side and up and down. I didn’t have a moment to think about what was going on and it felt like I had no control over my body. At one point I even banged my nose on the railing and it felt like one million shots were just injected into me. The ride still wasn’t over and I began to cry. My faint crying turned into sobbing and I couldn’t control myself. I hated the ride and I would give anything to just get off. The ride had finally ended and I could not hop out soon enough. I ran as fast as an olympic runner over to the exit scared that the ride would some how suck me back in. My mom came running after me telling me that she was so sorry and that she thought I would like it. I cried like I had just gotten hit by a car, and yes I was a dramatic