discriptive essay

Have you ever experience true fear? I have the day I went on my first roller coaster. The date was February twenty-fifth 2010 it was my second trip two Magic Mountain and I was going with my closest friends, Chris and Ritchard. I had told them that I had been on dozens of intense roller coasters that will literately take your breath away but the truth was I had never been on a roller coaster a day in my life. The first time I been to Magic Mountain I was only a toddler, I was too small to even get on a roller coaster and I hardly remember going. And about a week before the trip I had heard news reports about how certain rides would break down while people were still on them and how they were trapped on the ride about two stories high, and had to wait until the fire department came and rescued them. But after hearing reports like that I would think of the worst thing that could happen to me while I was on one of the rides. For example I would think about a roller coaster running off the track and dying a horrible bloody gruesome death or I would think about the seat I would be sitting in breaking down and while we were going under a loop I would be the only one falling out of my seat to my death and eradicate my spine from hitting one of the pillars made to support the ride and then as I fall with complete agony I somehow get impaled from the spikes of a random fence clenching on to life as I watch my insides slowly fall out of my body. My thoughts of dying on a roller coaster got so intense I would end up having night terrors about it. The night terrors were so intense that when I woke up I would pray and thank God that it was just a dream. The day had finally came and I knew that day that I would be forced to face my fears. The whole ride to the theme park my friends kept on talking about getting on the highest fastest and most terrifying rides first then try everything else. I soon joined in on their conversations they had so I looked