Personal Narrative: Roller Coaster Galore

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Roller Coaster Galore On the morning of July 21st, 2015, Kayla, Carlee, and I arose earlier than the birds to get ready for an adventure. An adventure to the one and only King’s Island in Mason, Ohio. We were all groggy, exhausted, and ready to go by 6:30 a.m. My mom drove us girls, and my brother, Michael drove behind us with Jacob Whatley. It was the perfect weather to be whipped around in, and a prime time to venture to the water rides. First up was to find radio station that was the best match for us. Carlee demanded 100.9, so that’s what I selected as we started harmonizing at the top of our lungs. All of us watched as Pendleton, Greenfield, and Shelbyville were behind us, and we arrived at a McDonald’s just before Interstate 74. Everyone …show more content…

Everyone but my mom rode it, and to be perfectly honest I shouldn’t have either because I felt terrible afterwards. After a while, I was ready to ride Banshee again, so Carlee and I went. That also didn’t go too well. I literally couldn’t decide to keep my eyes open or closed, and which one didn’t make me feel like I was going to vomit. Long story short, we sat and pondered for around 20 minutes until I could walk over to another ride. I decided to sit the next one out and after that Carlee, Kayla, and I rode White Water Canyon. We sat with two girls that loved our sense of humor, while Kayla and Carlee were getting soaked and basically being dunked in the water left and right. Moments after we got off of White Water Canyon, we headed over to Congo Falls. During Congo Falls we sat in a log boat and went down a hill, and repeatedly got soaked, due to the fact that we rode it three times. The time had finally come to leave, and we had to say goodbye to a little bit of happiness, and we left. Our ride home was just the same as the ride there. Carlee attempted to rap and we never would shut up! Still to this day, my mom talks about how loud and obnoxious we were. The ride home was simple and boring, we were tired and wanted to be home. Five o’clock traffic was terrible and so was the Charlie Horse that decided to come along, and try to kill me! It was a good time, and I don’t want to ever forget