Personal Narrative: My Memory Of Valley Fair

Roller-coasters gliding upside down, winding through a loop, lasting for as long as I could remember. Learning many things I’ve had many memorable and important experiences. It all started in the 20th of July. It was a saturday and was my fifth day working at the daycare. There was a field trip that day that everybody excited about. They needed an extra person to help with the field trip and I gladly volunteered to go with them. There were many great things about working at the daycare, but my favorite memory is the day I went to Valley Fair.
I vividly remember the first time that I was about to go to an amusement park in sixth grade. I was extremely enthusiastic when my school informed me the day before that we were about to go to an amusement

park. The next morning I got sick and my parents didn't allow me to go. I was so angry that I wanted to vanish from this world. Taking the kids to Valley Fair was another opportunity for me to redeem the field trip that I wanted to go when I was a sixth grader. Everyone in the daycare has already been to Valley Fair before except me. I didn’t want anyone to know that it was my first time, so I acted like it wasn’t a big deal. We were on the bus heading to Valley fair, thinking what rides I should go on. All of my siblings went to valley fair and now it was finally my turn. The variety of rides to choose from quickly overwhelmed me and I knew I had a job to do. There were expeditious and thrilling roller-coasters, however, there were also the slow-paced boat rides; the lines for these rides were significantly shorter than the ones for the roller coasters.
I really admired the beautiful sights Valley Fair had to offer and rides. My favorite ride of all was the “Wild Thing” because this ride showed me what Valley fair was all about. This was one of the first rides I wanted to go on because it was all my friends and family talked about. I remember this kid that wanted to go on the ride but was too scared to. I was kinda scared too but had to man up and offered to go on the ride with him. Seeing the kid scared and shaking, I knew I could relate. I felt like running away but didn’t want to leave the kid alone. I wanted to be a good role model to him and also because it was my job. The second the ride started to move, I knew there was no going back. The rollercoaster kept going so high that I could see the whole amusement park. When we finally reached all the way to the top, I could feel the kid holding onto my hand while knowing my hand was sweating . I couldn’t tell if it was me holding his hand or him. I could barely breath as we went down. The wind was hitting my face and I felt my stomach hurting. I didn’t know if this was me getting excited or me about to shit on myself.