Personal Narrative-The Next Generation

One hundred and fifteen feet in the air, all I could do was dangle. Lying on my stomach strapped in by only a harness and a belt, I watched as the ground slipped farther and farther away from me. I had been preparing for this for almost over an hour. With my father beside me, we braced ourselves for the drop. The Superman was supposed to be as fast as a rocket and was supposed to leave a heroic feeling pulsing through your veins.
My father and I waited in line for this ride for almost an hour. Finally the boredom sunk in. It felt like we were watching a snail for an hour. Every now and then my father spoke up saying things like “What time did we get in line?” and “How much longer do you think we’ll wait?”. When we got closer to the entrance my father spoke again saying “Hopefully this is worth the wait”
“It better be!” I said. He smiled and nodded as we
I sat on the outside of the row. As I buckled up a worker came and helped me. He checked to make sure I was strapped in tight then moved on. As soon as everyone was safely buckled in the ride made a clicking noise and the seats that were just facing vertically were now horizontal. I was lying on my stomach. What if I fall or if the harness suddenly lets go. Why am I doing this? My thoughts were interrupted by the lady working yelling “clear!” and the ride jerked forward. I looked over at my father and he was smiling ear to ear. I heard something so I looked up at the loud noise and saw that we were about to be taken upward. The clinking of the chains pulling the car up made the adrenaline rush surge through me. I forgot all my fears and became super excited. We were getting closer and closer to the top. As we raised our hands in the air the ride made a wretched noise and the clinking of the chains slowed to a stop. Right as we were about to drop the chains didn’t let us go. We were stuck laying on our stomachs facing the