Personal Narrative: My Trip To The State Fair

As we drove towards the fair I looked down at my arms and they were covered with rigid goosebumps. My legs were shaking and I could not get them to stop. A trip to the State Fair was not how I wanted to spend my 7th Birthday, but I didn’t really have any choice. I couldn’t tell anyone I was afraid of fair rides or that I have never rode any before that would be an embarrassing conversation. Every 10 seconds we would run over a puddle of water in the road and it would splash up on the tinted windows. Every time it happens I jump; I am really on edge. We were getting closer to the Fair and I could see the tallest and scariest ride there. I watched it travel back and forth, every time it gained more momentum until it went around in a full circle. I knew they would make me ride it even if I was throwing up they would still drag me on.
As we pulled in to the parking lot my friends screamed in excitement while I was trembling in fear. The rain that beat down on the ill-maintenanced fair rides was heavy as the

sky was dark and gloomy. We bought tickets and walked through the gates and booths and food carts were all lined up in a colorful display. I could see the crisps of rust and the paint that was chipping off the rides as I walked by. The water was cold as it traveled down my scalp. I watched the ride as my friends were talking and, it kept on with no restraint as I was waiting to experience the fear and thrill that emanated from it. I stood there blank and expressionless as the world crumbled away around me, then it was just me and the ride alone in desolation. The malevolent ride towered above me as it was staring down back at me; I began to shake. It was screaming in my face and its breath was heavy enough to knock me down.
A tap on the shoulder brought me drug me out of my trance and back into reality. I didn’t realize the ride would be going that fast, but a large gust of wind that the ride produced made me stumble back. I could barely hear his words over the cacophonous environment around me. The sound of kids screaming from excitement and the shrill of all the monstrous rides enveloped the park. The sky was clear and the sun was shining bright; my clothes were completely dry. A loud click sounded behind me and the sound of shuffling feet made me spin around to face a perky ride attendant. My friends were pushing me and telling me to go, so I turned and ran away towards the food concessions. Of all the greasy and fattening food at the fair this stand served the unhealthiest. Hoping food would calm me down, I bought a corndog that was dripping in grease. Of all the greasy and fattening food at the fair this stand served the unhealthiest.
I caught back up to my friends and they wanted to ride the most daunting ride there.

I figured this would be the only way to absolve myself of fear. The ride was empty and it was my time to step up and experience what everyone saw as entertaining and I just see as dreadful. I steeped on to the rusty metal and made my way down the side of the ride. I passed a seat that was coated in vomit; so I had no other choice but to sit in the front. My friends came and sat behind me after someone cleaned up the vomit. Realizing I could have sat there filled me with envy. Butterflies filled my stomach and my heart was beating so fast it felt like my chest was going to explode. I looked down at my seatbelt and it didn’t seem very durable, but at least there was a rusty barred door on the side to keep me from falling out of the capsule. I clicked my seatbelt closed and pulled the belt as tight as I could and I held the handle bars so tight my hand started to pulsate and turn

red.