Personal Narrative: Eighth Grade Field Trip To Six Flags

“Just get in line with us! You don’t even have to get on the actual ride!” insisted Maddy. It was the day of the eighth grade field trip to Six Flags which I had been dreading for weeks about. Why was I dreading? I had never gotten on any kind of rollercoaster at all because think of all the risks! The cart can fall off the railing, or the when it goes upside down on the loop it could just fall straight down and hit everyone’s heads, possibly killing them.
“No! No, no, no, no, no!” I hollered at her. That’s the only answer I ever gave to that question. Countless times I have been asked to ride rollercoasters and countless times I have declined.
“Please just wait with us in line. Or you could just wait here alone for an hour while we wait …show more content…
Giselle was part of my friend group, but also my cousin so we had a pretty close bond. I thought long and hard about going on the ride. I started reasoning with myself over if I should go on. Unfortunately, I thought for too long and got right to the top of the stairs, and in front of the neon yellow seats with broad red plastic straps attached to it. I took an impulse decision, which I rarely do, and got in. A wave of anxiety, angst, and excitement came over me when I realized what I just did. An assistant helped strap me and the ride started calmly, but I knew what was coming. Once the Superman started, the seats changed position so that we no longer were touching the concrete floor underneath us, but rather looking almost directly at it. Unlike the seats, my stomach sank. The ride started following the track making loud clicking noises each time we went up another foot. My heart started to speed up. My breath got faster the closer we got the top of the track. Then the worst part came, the climax of the ride. The part that makes a second feel like an hour. In that second, I could see the complete amusement park and could see all the other rides that carried people in their quick paced loops and turns experiencing the same sensation that I go through. Soon enough, the ride came thundering down from the head of the course and swung to the right. The rows of seats created waves of air

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Personal Narrative: Eighth Grade Field Trip To Six Flags

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