It was the summer of 2012 and my family was taking another trip to Six Flags Great America. Earlier that summer we went just for me to be disappointed. At the time I wasn’t 54 inches yet and couldn’t ride any of the rides that I wanted to because they were the most popular at the amusement park. But, I hit a growth spurt between trips and we planned to ride all of the big rollercoasters. The one that I was most terrified of at the time was Raging Bull, one of the tallest, fastest, and longest steel coasters in the US. As we started to wait in line for the ride I was shaking with both anticipation and fear and began to rethink my idea to ride the rollercoaster. I decided to stay in line and see what many people thought was a great coaster.
What comes to mind when you hear the word adventure!!? Well there is a place in Florida that is guaranteed to bring out your inner kid every time you visit. This place is known as universal Orlando Florida. This is a place where you can go on vacation and have fun like never before as you did when you were a kid. On my visit to Orlando I stated at a four-star resort located inside the theme park known as Cabana Bay Beach Resort, also went to universal studios and islands of adventure were I felt like I was a kid again.
What most people expect to hear is me looking forward to riding the roller coasters. I hope that’s not what you thought because I hate them, maybe not hate, but really I’m just not a big fan of high altitudes in general. Consequently, this is why I was always reluctant to going with my family on this trip. Nevertheless I always went. Now that you know I’m not a fan of heights you could guess what attractions I was accustomed to riding, let’s just say my height requirement was more than enough to be eligible to ride. This specific year I decided to bring a friend to accompany me and in hindsight that was a bad idea because he was a roller coaster
Have you ever heard that when you wanna go big , Go Six Flags? Six Flags is the family friendly amusement park. This family oriented park located in different variations around the world.
“If you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all” -Bambi. But this is also something my mom said as we were getting on the plane about to fly to Disney World. We were so excited since this was the first time my sisters had been on a plane and I barely remember my first plane ride. We waited silently for them to call our numbers to go and board the plane. I could hear the footsteps on the cold metal of the floor as we walked to the plane. I could feel the excitement of everyone on the plane. We walked slowly to our seats and I held back from squealing with excitement. As we sat we got our electronics out and folded the desk out from the seat in front of us. The flight attendants were coming around cheerfully asking if anyone needed anything. Then the engine started and the plane rumbled. It slowly yet steadily moved towards the runway curving every few feet. We finally made it to the runway and the engine started gradually getting louder and louder until we were moving faster and faster and all of a sudden everything got quiet and the cars in the parking lot and the buildings around it got smaller and smaller.
Whenever I think about my family's trip to the Grand Canyon over the summer, I always wonder what it would have been like if I had not been too afraid to hike down the rim. When planning our annual vacation, my family decided that we would fly into Denver, Colorado, and slowly make our way to Las Vegas. The one stop along the way that I was looking forwards to the least was the Grand Canyon: I am more afraid of heights than anything else. Although I felt mentally prepared upon our arrival, I quickly decided that the Grand Canyon wasn't for me after a quick glance at the sheer, unprotected 3,000 foot drop.
My palms were sweaty, I was a nervous wreck; should I go or not? Just the thought of people dying at Six Flags gives me the chills. Falling off a ride and slowly coming to your death. Even though I was at Six Flags who would have thought that I would have to make such a tough decision about a ride.
As soon as the cart reached the top of the tracks I knew we were in for a long bumpy ride. The cart descended, I gritted my teeth and pushed my legs against the seat in front of me to brace myself. I'm screaming now, this is my first roller coaster, I do not know what to expect. All I could see was my life flashing in front of my eyes and the moment just before I decided to jump onto this roller coaster of death.
It was a Friday, and my first time at White Water. I had been to Six Flags many times in the past few years, as I had always been a pass holder, but this was different than Six Flags. Six Flags had roller coasters where I was strapped in and going 60+ mph. I loved the feeling of going on the rides, but this wasn’t Six Flags. This was a completely new place. I could feel the terror in my bones, but I also knew that I was excited to go on this new ride. A ride where it would just be me making sure I didn’t fall off.
“AHHHHH!” I cried as the rapid roller coaster took a straight drop and hot summer air rushed into my face. This was the day I rode the eleventh best roller coaster in the world when I was only eight years old!
Funky, foul, repulsive smell of must and sweat assault your nose, accompanied by a slight trace of sunscreen. In addition, beads of sweat start to form on your forehead as the sun beams down on you. However, none of that seems to matter as you anxiously wait in line to gain access to the greatest place on earth, Six Flags.
I will never forget when I went to Six Flags at the age of 16. I decided to ride the ride they called Scream. I was a little heavier than I am now so when boarding the ride my brother had challenged me to a fifty dollar bet which we both would have after two weeks of allowances. We both shook hands and agreed to get on the ride and whoever was the most scared or vomit would have to pay the other person. We decided to purchase Lemonade which taste like some fresh squeezed lemons and was sweet like a piece of candy. I had sweat dripping from my forehead as If I had been working in My Grandfathers farm all day feeding the cattle. Boy did that lemonade quench my thirst. It was the middle of May and boy was it hot. I couldn’t wait to get on the ride to feel some breeze. The wait lasted about thirty minutes and seemed like forever.
It all began when a couple of friends and myself went to Six Flags for some fun right at the beginning of summer. We arrived there early in morning, which was about nine o’clock for us. The birds were chirping and the sun was bright. There was also a hint of dew, making the grass sparkle in the sunlight. The place was packed, people were standing in huge lines waiting to buy their tickets. My friends and I were lucky because we had season passes and just walked right to the front gate and walked in. Naturally there was a security check at the front gate, little did I know that I was going to run into them again in the near future. From there we went straight to the ride “The Mind Eraser.” It was always wise to go to that ride first, because as the day progressed, the line grew longer. Since the ride is only about a minute long, the wait then becomes to long to make the ride worth the wait. As we got on, all of us were a little jumpy. It was the first time being to the amusement park that year, and our stomachs were not immune to the s...
As a child impressed by many things, this place far surpassed any other thing my six-year-old, little self had experienced. This place truly was magical. Through the never-ending crowds, we strolled, and after an eternity, we arrived at a ride called Thunder Mountain Railroad. At first glance, this ride was an average little kid ride, it could even be considered dumb. However, I had never seen a roller coaster before, and this thing seemed absolutely terrifying.
We all drove up the the park entrance and into the parking lot. After seeing the coasters from the ground, they looked fine but then I realized that they would seem way higher than they were. Then the doubt of going on the roller coasters started rolling in. I always wasn’t able to go on the big rides whenever I came here because I was always scared of them because of the heights.
Ever since I was about six years old, I wanted in the worst way to go to Disneyland. I would hope every year that my parents would chose Disneyland as our next family vacation destination. I dreamt of the day I would come back from Disneyland with exciting tales of adventure and a pair of sparkly, ruby red and black Minnie Mouse ears of my very own that would be the envy of every kid in my elementary class. Once I finally went to Disneyland, it was amazing; Disneyland was everything I had expected and more. However, a couple years later when I returned to Disneyland, it was different. The rides, buildings, and everything in the park did not have the same allure. The magic I had experienced as a child was no longer there.