My First Rollercoaster As I looked up from the concrete pathway at Disneyland, I saw a lustrous, red, and orange rollercoaster. I really wanted to ride on that rollercoaster, thus I looked up to my dad and asked, “Can we go on that?”
“It might seem fun,” my dad replied, “but did you notice that no one is sitting in that back car?” That is when I realized that this ride might be unsafe, but a part of me still wanted to ride it. I started to argue with myself about riding what seemed like an unsafe rollercoaster, but in the end my feelings took over.
Thus I told my dad, “Let’s ride that rollercoaster!” Promptly, my dad told me to follow him. We walked for about 15 minutes, because we had lost our map. We also did not know where the…show more content… We waited, and waited until we got to the next part of the line, but this time it was indoors. As we got closer and closer to the gate that separated us from the line and the next coaster, my hands and feet started to palpitate, I squeezed my dad’s hand as tightly as I could. Concurrently, I heard an ear-piercing scream, I looked up and saw the coaster make a sharp turn. From where I was standing I seemed like the coaster had suddenly increased speed at the turn. Thinking about this, I really wanted to get out of the line but knew that there would be no way out; I would be forced to ride the creepy rollercoaster.
When we reached the entrance to the roller coaster, I had made my shirt wet by drying my palms full of sweat on them. The manager of the ride let us in. “Let's go on the front car,” said my dad. I obeyed him hoping that the ride would not be too scary.
Slowly the ride started, picking up speed as it went. “We are about to go on a hill,” my dad warned. I did not see what would be scary about a hill, but then it hit me. The coaster would pick up speed as it went down, then it would take the turn that I had dreaded. My palms started to sweat now like before, but this time my whole body started to shake. I pulled on the seat belt before my dad. In response to my behavior, my dad told me, “It will be okay, there’s nothing to be afraid
