Personal Narrative

Everyone loves a thrill. We watch movies that make us rethink what is in the dark with us, jump off of bridges and cliffs with our only savior being a bungee cord that may or may not be 10 years old, and we create gravity defying, speeding cars without motors and brakes. The crazy thing is, we do it all for fun. I, however, didn’t have a fun time when I went on a roller coaster that went upside down for the first time. It was the first family vacation ever. We went to Minnesota; our main destination, Mall of America. This mall was the biggest mall I’ve ever been in. It had Legoland, an aquarium, and the best of all, an indoor theme park. I was in love with the rides. I had just become tall enough to ride all of the big kid rides, and I was using that privilege to go on every ride in the building. There were roller coasters that zoomed around the entire room, swings that

The ride started to swing and go in circles. I could see my dad standing there waving at me while I was having fun. Then the fourth swing came. The ride whirled us upside down in a sweeping motion. I was already sliding in my seat before, and now I was being thrown around in the plastic seat. We dangled there for what seemed like an eternity to me. I was so small I started to slip out of the restraints I was in. My shoulders slid through with ease, and I started to panic. I gripped onto the handles with all my might trying to keep myself from slipping. I looked down at the pile of rocks below me. It seemed like they were inviting me down to crush me. I started to scream for mom, but she couldn’t hear me with all of the noise inside the room. I slid further down to the point where my ribs were almost past the restraints. My arms were giving out, so I tried to hook my legs onto the seat. I looked for Dad. I kept thinking that if he was here that he could save me. Searching for him, I felt myself slip more. I kept telling myself to hold on, that I would make it out