A Trip To Space mountain
Maddie Oosterink
AP English
Mandis
Narrative Essay
It was a hot sunny day, when my parents finally took us to Disney World. My brother Bradley, my sister Kylie, and I endlessly asked my parents to show us the Wonderful World of dreams with Mickey Mouse and Snow-white walking by and greeting us as if we were royalty as well. Somehow these fairy tale creatures made us ecstatic without and true presents; such as a new house for my Barbie’s, or a new racing track for my brother’s Hot Wheels. Therefore, my parents thought that Disney World was the best choice for their loving children.
However, my parents can ensure anybody that Disney can turn out to be a remarkable place for adults as well as children. Although that trip was all the way back in 2008, none of us could ever forget our experiences at the roller coaster with a mysterious name “Space Mountain”. As my parents and eldest sister grew tired of the smell of sweet popcorn and them always seeming to wash the ice-cream off Bradley’s bright green shirt, they decided to change the settings. Along with Bradley, Kylie and I pleaded to go to the roller coaster, and, having no other better idea, my father finally had to give up. I thought that my mother would be proud of him. Besides, they always had talked of have never had such an experience before, and thought of having such a ride was quite interesting at least.
When we finally arrived at Space Mountain, the feeling of doubt started to crowd my mind. Being as I was only 9 years old, I felt uneasy seeing the all black coaster zip down the track as if it were flying. I tried to convince my parents and siblings to just go back to the café and eat ice cream, but I was the only one up for that. My siblings were too preoccupied over the fascination on this ride to even consider my request. The most excited was Kylie, who voluntarily climbed into the seat as Bradley followed after her. I figured that it was too late to turn back now; I climbed into this “metal box
AP English
Mandis
Narrative Essay
It was a hot sunny day, when my parents finally took us to Disney World. My brother Bradley, my sister Kylie, and I endlessly asked my parents to show us the Wonderful World of dreams with Mickey Mouse and Snow-white walking by and greeting us as if we were royalty as well. Somehow these fairy tale creatures made us ecstatic without and true presents; such as a new house for my Barbie’s, or a new racing track for my brother’s Hot Wheels. Therefore, my parents thought that Disney World was the best choice for their loving children.
However, my parents can ensure anybody that Disney can turn out to be a remarkable place for adults as well as children. Although that trip was all the way back in 2008, none of us could ever forget our experiences at the roller coaster with a mysterious name “Space Mountain”. As my parents and eldest sister grew tired of the smell of sweet popcorn and them always seeming to wash the ice-cream off Bradley’s bright green shirt, they decided to change the settings. Along with Bradley, Kylie and I pleaded to go to the roller coaster, and, having no other better idea, my father finally had to give up. I thought that my mother would be proud of him. Besides, they always had talked of have never had such an experience before, and thought of having such a ride was quite interesting at least.
When we finally arrived at Space Mountain, the feeling of doubt started to crowd my mind. Being as I was only 9 years old, I felt uneasy seeing the all black coaster zip down the track as if it were flying. I tried to convince my parents and siblings to just go back to the café and eat ice cream, but I was the only one up for that. My siblings were too preoccupied over the fascination on this ride to even consider my request. The most excited was Kylie, who voluntarily climbed into the seat as Bradley followed after her. I figured that it was too late to turn back now; I climbed into this “metal box