Author's Note: I wrote this piece in my writing circle. My writing topic was Great America. I worked on expanding my word choice.
I
was happy that I got in line early because it was getting longer by the
minute. I was terrified: the ride looked so scary and I couldn’t move
my feet. It was like they were glued to the ground. I didn’t want to
move, but the aggravated people tried to slide past me. As I neared the
front of the line, I took a large gulp. I could see the first loop not
too far away from me. It wasn’t long before I got in my seat ready for
the ride. I was so distracted by the roller coaster, that I had forgotten
to put my seat-belt on! The worker told me I had to fasten it, so I did
as I was told. Before I knew it, we were on our way. I closed my eyes
for a split second before realizing that this wasn’t so bad! We were
just going up and up and up. All of sudden I remembered a saying my
grandpa had told me, “If a hill goes up, it always goes down.” This was
definitely something that related to that. I opened my eyes and took in
the view that was overlooking the park: it was breathtaking. I had no
idea something could be so high up! Barely after three seconds, my heart
had skipped a beat. We were headed straight towards the ground. I
couldn’t help myself, I screamed as loud as I was capable of. I noticed
some others screaming along with me. We headed towards the second loop,
and I saw some people putting their hands up in the air to make the ride
more fun. I decided to try it. It felt like I was a bird, flying
through the sky! A few moments later, and we were back to the station
where the roller coaster had started. The ride had been so much fun that
I hadn’t even noticed that it was over! I felt very accomplished. I had
just ridden the tallest ride at Six Flags, Great America.
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