There have been a few times in my life that stood out to me, one of them being my first trip to Darien Lake. It was the end of the 8th grade, having not gone to DC like most, I was able to go to wonderful Darien Lake. From the beginning of the day, maybe even the night before I had set one goal for myself; to ride the tallest roller coaster there. With that in mind, let me get to the actual story. A sunny and warm morning, quiet in the school with what seems to be the ‘loudest class’ gone. Although quiet my energy was through the roof, I was eager to take down this roller coaster. This energy showed, people tried and half-awake yet I couldn’t contain myself. Throughout the entire ride there I hadn’t been calmed a bit- of course not until I finally saw what this rollercoaster had in store. Up and up until …show more content…
Of course this had lowered and lowered the closer to the ride I had gotten. Finally standing in the line waiting I was overcome by anxiety. Never having truly been on a ride like this had its affects. I wasn’t going to give up that easily though. I pushed through but the ultimate sweat creator happened after I was strapped down into the cart. The slow pull out from its housing, and the inching up and up was killer. A never ending slope up, as it seemed. This was mounting on others, too. Many using words to try and kill this terror, of course it would only work for so long. Eventually we would reach our highest ascent. The stop at the top of the mountain was deadly, feeling the downforce already, yet we hadn’t even began our steep descent. Slowly the cart pulled over the slope until it dropped. The force, the energy – pushing against your chest bring your stomach up into your throat. All