Personal Narrative: My First Roller Coaster

Imagine gazing at dozens of people riding a roller coaster, and debating whether or not you should take a ride. Imagine stepping into the line that leads to the first roller coaster you’ve ever ridden. Today was the day, that I would ride my first roller coaster ever. On a bright sunny day in June, I was at Adventureland with my aunt and uncle. The smells of sugar and dough filled my nose as we strolled past the food carts. I had been debating whether or not I wanted to ride the rickety, red colored, roller coaster all day, and I finally decided that today was the day I was going to ride my first roller coaster, The Tornado. As I joined the end of the line with my uncle and my cousins, Lexi and Lauren, I started to wonder if this was such an excellent idea after all. Shortly after we joined the line, Lexi decided that the roller coaster was too much for her, and Lexi left the line. After a while, Lauren discovered that this roller coaster was too much for her as well, and joined Lexi back at the bottom. Now there were

“Are you scared?” my uncle asked me. “Nope” I replied, trying to sound as brave as possible, even though on the inside I was petrified. Finally, it was our turn to go for a ride. As we climbed into the red colored, rusty old cart, I thought to myself, “There’s no turning back now.” The roller coaster rumbled to a start and we began chugging down the tracks. The wooden coaster rocked back and forth and I was panicking. The rickety coaster climbed up the gigantic hill, and before I knew what was happening we were at the top. Whoosh! We flew down the first hill and my stomach dropped. As we turned the corner gaining speed I threw my hands into the air. I was having the time of my life! We raced up another hill leading to little bunny hops, jerking us from side to side. After a copious amount of more drops and turns the coaster came to a stop at the