Personal Narrative: Roller Coaster

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Looking around, I was trying to take in as much as I could: the countless number of people, the bright colors everywhere, and that one iconic castle. Finally, I had made it to that place all the kids talked about. I was finally at Disneyland, and it was absolutely fantastic. 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. We strolled through the never-ending crowds, and after what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at a ride called Thunder Mountain Railroad. At first glance, this ride was an average little kid ride. For many people, this ride was extremely childish. However, I had never seen a roller coaster before, and this thing …show more content…

Now, as a human, I have many fears. I realize some of them are irrational, but they are fears nonetheless. At this age, one of my greatest fears was still roller coasters. It was extremely easy to avoid this fear, I just didn’t go to any carnivals or theme parks. I had made it six years without facing this specific fear. However, at the end of the school year, we got to go to a theme park called Lagoon as a type of reward for getting through the year. Early on in the year, I decided I wasn’t going to go. As the end of the year crept up, I started to become more unsure of my decision not to go. It seemed like all of my friends were going, so I re-evaluated my decision. Either, I go to Lagoon with my friends, or stay home, alone. After some convincing from my friends, I relented and decided to go. As the day for Lagoon came up, I got increasingly more nervous. To make things worse, my friends still had no idea that I was deathly afraid of roller …show more content…

I looked over to find Aubrey and Kenzi beaming; they were smiling ear to ear and looking eager. After about an hour of waiting, our time had finally come. The pit in my stomach had become a black hole, nevertheless I stepped into the car next to Aubrey, in front of Kenzi. The ride didn’t take off immediately, so I sat there having that same civil war in my head. However, this time was going to be different, I was not going to chicken out. The ride lurched forward, and I found myself almost excited. After a few drops and curve, the ride came to an abrupt stop. Stunned, I looked around. Is that it, I thought. An excitement rushed over me, I had actually done it, I rode a real roller coaster, and I enjoyed it. For the rest of the day, I did as many rides as I could fit into the few hours we had

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