Roller Coaster Ride-Personal Narrative

I sped along on my route to the coaster that stood taller than any of the others. I kenned it, then facilely with my own ocular perception; no binoculars or map needed. I fought my way through the astronomically immense crowds that wandered in the other way. A parade of colors flew past me. They casually strolled along, enjoying the warm, sunny day. My pace was brisk as I sped onward, endeavoring to beat the few following me to the job.
The saccharine smell of ice cream and donuts wafted toward me from a nearby aliment stand. The aroma smelled like that of the fairs. I venerated the smell for a few minutes, sanctioning myself to optically canvass the caramel that topped the frozen dehydrogenate monoxide cream and the glaze of the doughnuts,
I watched as the illuminations on the traffic light at the commencement time of the ride transmuted from crimson to yellow, to green. I was moving forward at such a bullet I virtually could not grasp. I could test the panic in my mouth, and I could auricular discern the screaming of the kids and parents. I can smell the sweat and warmth in the air. My hands were shaking of what I can visually perceive. There I was the person on top of the Roller Coaster Ride. Fear is in me! A portion of my Encephalon has verbally expressed no and the other is verbalizing affirmative. Here I go. Taking my seat belt on worried and shaking AND AURALLY PERCEIVE I GO!! Shouting out, panicking, frightening and inundated. The panic through my veins come to me, I cannot take it, albeit it was rollicking! I am going up, down and in all different ways. I was for sure starting to feel disgusted. I was screaming like everyone else was but I was the flashiest. When it was over my legs were shaking my Encephalon was shivering, which I don’t ken how but it was transpiring. I needed to peregrinate home and have a recess and get my idea on the Roller Coaster Ride. I would never go back there again in my life. I would not run through the pain and frustration