Roller Coasters-Personal Narrative

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Everyone fears something. It’s a natural instinct we all have, a trait necessary for survival, but it is nothing to be ashamed of. I can honestly say that I am the most timid person ever known to man–not even joking. I freaked out when a bunch of pigeon surrounded me in New York. I ran through those winged rats like a minefield, hands up screaming. I fear centipedes, I fear blood, I fear knives. What I find most frightening is the demented works of men like horror movies, but nothing is more terrifying than the demonic creation of man’s desire for the extreme, roller coasters. I have feared roller coasters for the longest time. The first time I ever rode a roller coaster was with my parents at the young age of seven. We went to Michigan Adventure and at the start I was enjoying myself riding the smaller rides. Though my bravery brother was not content with with these baby rides and said he wanted to ride a real rollercoaster, and so he whined, he cried, and he begged until they finally broke down and agreed to his demands. …show more content…

I stood in that line waiting for my demise, with a smile on my face not knowing the terror I was about to face, until finally I reached the casket.
The experience left a vivid memory, I remember everything from the slow creek up the slope, to the rapid decent down slope, and the swift turns left to right. I became stiff, tears running down my eyes in streams as I hear the jovial screams around me, though my scream was more comparable to that of a banshee. As soon as I was free from the torment I ran into my mother's arms for comfort and cried until my father got me chocolate to shut me up. A moment that would ruin roller coasters for me for years to come. But I did not allow one experience to rule all

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