Steel Eel-Personal Narrative
STEEL EEL
“I have never rode a roller coaster before,” I exclaimed, as we walked in to seaworld. I can’t wait. “Jack you should go on that roller coaster, I’ll give you a dollar,” My brother Ethan dared.
“2 dollars?” I asked.
“Fine,” he answered.
I got in line to go on the Steel Eel. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous.
I was at the front of the line ready to have the ride of my life, I couldn’t tell if I meant that in a good way or bad, but I jumped in the cart ready to go, buckled my seatbelt, and off I shot only to get slowed down by going up a one hundred fifty foot hill. Twenty five feet, fifty feet, seventy five feet, I looked down, and I could see the cars if I fell I’d be sure to die. I was one hundred fifty
feet high now dangling in mid air. Ready to free fall one hundred fifty feet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh” I screamed as I bolted down the tracks at light speed, Going up and down getting thrown around like a rag doll whenever I went up or down I could feel my stomach go up into my throat and then fall into my feet. I zoomed around the tracks getting whipped around with absolutely no control of where I went I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a bruise on my waist from getting thrown against the bar keeping me in my coaster.
I speed around for what felt like five hours before the ride finally was over, and I was still alive. I felt a feeling of relief. I was done getting thrown around with no control over my body. It felt nice to have control over myself again. I found my parents and told my brother, “I am never going on that again.” “Your turn Ethan,” I shouted at him.
“Is it fun” he wondered.
“Sure” I answered.
“Doubt it” he replied, as We walked back to our car and went home, I will never forget that time I rode my first roller coaster ever, because if it weren't for me going on that roller coaster I would never like roller coasters the way I do now.
“I have never rode a roller coaster before,” I exclaimed, as we walked in to seaworld. I can’t wait. “Jack you should go on that roller coaster, I’ll give you a dollar,” My brother Ethan dared.
“2 dollars?” I asked.
“Fine,” he answered.
I got in line to go on the Steel Eel. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous.
I was at the front of the line ready to have the ride of my life, I couldn’t tell if I meant that in a good way or bad, but I jumped in the cart ready to go, buckled my seatbelt, and off I shot only to get slowed down by going up a one hundred fifty foot hill. Twenty five feet, fifty feet, seventy five feet, I looked down, and I could see the cars if I fell I’d be sure to die. I was one hundred fifty
feet high now dangling in mid air. Ready to free fall one hundred fifty feet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh” I screamed as I bolted down the tracks at light speed, Going up and down getting thrown around like a rag doll whenever I went up or down I could feel my stomach go up into my throat and then fall into my feet. I zoomed around the tracks getting whipped around with absolutely no control of where I went I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a bruise on my waist from getting thrown against the bar keeping me in my coaster.
I speed around for what felt like five hours before the ride finally was over, and I was still alive. I felt a feeling of relief. I was done getting thrown around with no control over my body. It felt nice to have control over myself again. I found my parents and told my brother, “I am never going on that again.” “Your turn Ethan,” I shouted at him.
“Is it fun” he wondered.
“Sure” I answered.
“Doubt it” he replied, as We walked back to our car and went home, I will never forget that time I rode my first roller coaster ever, because if it weren't for me going on that roller coaster I would never like roller coasters the way I do now.