Roller Coaster-Personal Narrative

When I was ten years old, I went to the Valley Fair, that's also when I went on my first roller coaster. As my family and I pulled into the colossal amusement park, I could see it, the largest roller coaster I've seen in my life. From a distance it looked like a giant knot, tied with green strings, raised hundreds of feet off the ground. I baged,"Mom, let's do that one first!" She nonchalantly responded,"sure." When I offered my sister, Jess and my Dad to join, but they simply denied it. They are always too chicken to do anything fun. We spent 15 minutes looking for a place to park while Jess and I were impatiently bouncing off walls. Every time I glanced at the roller coaster I urged with sudden excitement and anxiety. We finally
found a place to park. I got out of the car and sprinted to the entrance, just to wait in the ticket line. Right as we all got out of the ticket line I sprinted through the roller coaster wonderland, to search for the big green roller coaster that I saw in the parking lot. The first thing that I saw as I entered was a Cinnabon stand, Cinnabon is my favorite. The sweet aroma of fresh bread, cinnamon and caramel, the best three smells in my the whole world. Even the smell of Cinnabon didn't stop my search for the biggest roller coaster in the whole state of Minnesota. I finally saw it, the giant, green 'Wild Thing', the largest roller coaster I've ever seen in my life. My Mom and I ran to the large line and waited for about 30 minutes to ride on the humongous 'Wild Thing'. My stomach filled with butterflies. The line kept getting shorter and shorter and I kept getting more and more regretful. Finally the time came, filled with anxiety, I hopped into the middle of the cart next to my Mom. The people running 'The Wild Thing' sternly stated all the instructions, frightening me even more for the adventure awaiting me.
The roller coaster started slowly torturing me with anxiety. My stomach was absolutely packed with butterflies. Then we hit the hill of the roller coaster, the biggest part. On the way up I could barely breath I was so scared, all the cars looked like ants and the people looked like grains of sand. I was starting to regret my decision to ride the roller coaster. Once we reached the top of the hill, the highest part the roller coaster froze for a few seconds... 1,2,3,4,"aaaaahhh screeeeaaam!!!" Everyone just bursted out screens and giggles as we plummeted towards the ground. I felt a huge pit in my stomach as we descended towards the ground. Then we hit the bottom of the huge drop and ascended back upwards, by this point all of my anxiety had vanished and endurance took its place. Then I just burst out laughing as we sped through to the next drop off. When I hit the second drop off I went back to screaming my eyes out, this drop off not as big as the first. The third drop off I was more prepared, so I sat expressionless as the roller coaster entered a shed type of thing where a light flashed in my face and scared the living daylights out of me. Then I realized that was the picture shown at the end and I was almost scowling. Right after the shed we pulled into the finish of the ride. Thank god! That was the scariest thing I've ever done, next to
wrecking my left arm for the rest of my life, but that's a whole nother story. I jolted right out the exit laughing my head off. When I saw the picture, it looked like my Mom was screaming at the top of her lungs while I was scowling into the camera. After all this my sister and I begged to go to the Cinnabon stand and as we were eating I said,"I'm never riding a big roller coaster like that one again." I still haven't, I guess I'm now too scared just like my sister and Dad.