Personal Narrative Essay: A Trip To The Christmas Garden

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“A garden?” I rumbled, as a storm of anger was forming on my forehead.
I rolled both my fists, held them straight down the sides of my body as I stomped my foot down and roared, “You want me to look at flowers this winter vacation?” My mom just chuckled and said, “Google Busch Gardens! Then we’ll see if you still don’t want to go.” The trip that ensued to the Christmas Village and theme park at Busch Gardens, Williamsburg, VA, is one of my most memorable ones with my mom, dad and my first cousin, Mihir. As we gingerly strolled through the ornately decorated Christmas Village, our hearts were filled with the echoes of carols and bells. The canopies decked in lilting candles were hanging stars in the deep sky. Christmas lights adorned every …show more content…

“Nothing!” I just lied.
The Verbolten positioned itself for the ride. We were able to see a couple of waves from a far away grill and we waved back. It was my Mom and dad! My mom was jumping and waving and showing thumbs up! I lifted by hand to mimic her, but in my mind, I was just beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea after all.
“Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!” a loud signal beeped thrice while the ride supervisor gave a green light and my heart lost a beat as the ride started.
Very slowly the car curved and swung along the track, and in a jiffy, we were going from zero to 60 mph in just 2.5 seconds, a 1 G-force gravity! and an unexpected detour launched us into dark and foreboding woods, underground! I could feel the stealth depth of night slapping my face and then suddenly a lightning strike went down my spine and my legs shivered and my teeth shuddered. In reflex, I closed my eyes briefly before opening them again in disbelief as I felt like gravity had no effect on me! My stomach lurched at the bottom of an abyss, as we sphered down an 88-foot outdoor plunge toward the Rhine River! The screams from the other stressed riders were lost somewhere in the abyss. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing! My lungs came back to normal only after we returned back to the glorious lights and the welcoming smell of churros at Oktoberfest. I felt proud of myself knowing that I did not

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