Personal Narrative: A Day At Busch Gardens

Busch Gardens, always a fun but time consuming amusement park. Fun with all the shows, thrills, and adrenaline rushes. Time consuming with the traveling traffic, long lines, and an extreme amount of people. Most families leave their kids at home with a babysitter, but other families bring their kids and invite the grandparents who won’t ride the rides. At age five I was tall enough for most of the rides at Busch Gardens. It was a Friday night in June, when my parents were planning a trip to Busch Gardens. Also planning to invite my grandparents to watch my brother and I while my parents rode the roller coasters. Saturday, warm and sunny, everyone was awake and ready by seven. We were to be on the road at eight in the morning, hoping to arrive at Busch at nine.
At the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel, about eight thirty, we hit slow moving traffic.
Once we got through the tunnel the traffic started to move faster breaking off into four lanes. Around eight fifty, by the Fort Eustis exit, we hit traffic again. This time the traffic is hardly moving. My parents getting aggravated with my brother and I screaming, singing, and fighting in the back seat. We finally arrive at Busch at nine thirty. Entering the park was fine until we got to the ticket scanning place. The lines were long, all the way to bag check. It took thirty minutes to get through the line and into the park. While my parents went to ride the Lochness Monster, my grandparents took my brother and I to see the Clydesdale and ride the Little Clydesdale. When my parents rode the roller coasters, my grandparents would take my brother and I to ride the little rides or just sit and watch
us. We walked through the park heading to German for lunch. Along the way, whenever there was a roller coaster, my parents would jump in line. We finally reached Germany and went to the Oktober Festhaus for lunch. After lunch, we rode the bumper cars. After the bumper cars, we walked to this ride with a red track and a sign that read The Big Bad Wolf. My parents checked to see if I was tall enough, and I was. They started to take me on it, and I screamed for my grandmother to come with me, so she came. They dragged me through the line, and finally I realized I didn’t want to ride the ride. They started dragging me kicking and screaming. We got to the front of the line, in the middle row, with my grandma. The gates opened, my grandma got in first, and I followed. I was still crying about how I didn’t want to ride. The ride started going around a turn in the woods, trees flashing by so fast it was a blur, until ‘click’ the start of the belt pulling us up a hill. I can see the bumper cars as we kept clicking up, until we plummeted down very fast, shooting around turns, and can hardly see the trees and buildings. Once we started slowing down, another ‘click’, up another hill and this time it was bigger. I started crying and screaming I wanted to get off and my grandma was telling my we were almost done. Then swoosh down a hill, back up, and around the corner, and then breaking to a stop. We pulled back into the station and got off and I wanted to go again. I learned that roller coasters aren’t that scary. I now drive up to Busch Gardens with my brother and we continuously ride the roller coasters until they kick us out. Whenever there is a new roller coaster, I’m there to try it and ride it until I get sick. Now I’m the one pulling my parents on the roller coasters if they like it or not.