The day I felt like dying, my heart stopped like the breaks on a roller coaster. It was July of 2017, I was on a visit to California. My sisters, friend, and I went to the Great America Amusement Park. This would be my first roller coaster experience. For a week my sisters, Salin and Katy, and I went to California. There, the heat of the sun burnt whatever that was in its wake. Me. I was the thing being punished by the sun’s heat, including my sisters. Being born in Oklahoma, I enjoy the feeling of the sun warming up my arms not turning them into burnt bacon. During the time spent in California we spent the majority of our time with a past childhood friend. We drove three hours to Great America, which is located in San Francisco. Great America, is an amusement park filled with amazing rides, …show more content…
activities, and food. With sweat dripping down my head I stood in line for about an hour just to enter the amusement park. Once we were able to get in, we took our time viewing the different rides. Unfortunately, we had chosen the most threatening, fastest, and scariest ride of them all. Both of my sisters knew that this would be my first roller coaster ride and they were keen to see my reaction. Waiting in line was exhausting enough, but I was not tired.
The thought of me, riding that moving death cart made my mind go fuzzy and my heart beating faster. The only thing I could keep my mind on was the people around us, staring at the four Asian girls all wearing Nation shirts. The whole time waiting to get to the front of the line I would tug on my shirt, fix my cap, go on my phone, and talk to my sisters and friend. After what felt like three hours, we finally sat down on that death defying ride. Can you predict who was the lucky person to sit in the very front? Me. Fortunately, my friend sat right beside me. “Are you ready?”, she asked me. I looked at her with a shocked expression. I could not believe she asked me such a silly question, of course I wasn’t ready. I was terrified out of my mind. When they locked the seat belts in place, I wanted to get off the ride so much. I was panicking, pulling on the belt to make it tighter, holding my friend’s hand, who was rudely cackling at my chaotic state. To make sure my glasses would not fly off my face I put it inside of my shirt, clipping it onto the top of my bra. I surely wasn’t ready, no one is ever ready to
die. Immediately, once the ride started to move the color faded from my face and my heart fell from my chest. It took ages for us to reach the top, the whole time I was squeezing the life out of my friend’s hand. At the very peak the ride stopped, they were making us wait and I hated the suspension. Sooner of later the ride began to move down and it felt like I was falling to my demise. The roller coaster was traveling at such an accelerating speed, screams could not come out of my mouth. It was not as scary as I had dreamt of, more like unbelievably fast. Moreover, the turns of the course would drag our bodies with a gigantic amount of force, pushing us against each other. Once the ride had come to an end, I could feel a wet substance on my face, it was tears. Was I scared? Did I feel like I was going to die? I was petrified, but when it stopped all I knew is that I wanted to ride another roller coaster again.
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We’re both looking at the top of the roller coaster track begging and pleading that we be taken off. “I don’t want to ride, somebody get me off!” My life had flashed before my eyes as well as my best friends. We began to tell each other that we loved one another. Before we knew it we were at the top of the roller coaster looking down at all of the people who were walking around still living and breathing enjoying funnel cakes, turkey legs and ice cream. As for us at the top of the ride were having panic attacks and screaming as loud as we could but no one seemed to hear us. We were getting ready to have the ride of our lives.
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