The day I felt like dying, my heart stopped like the breaks on a roller coaster. It was July of 2017, I was on a visit to California. My sisters, friend, and I went to the Great America Amusement Park. This would be my first roller coaster experience. For a week my sisters, Salin and Katy, and I went to California. There, the heat of the sun burnt whatever that was in its wake. Me. I was the thing being punished by the sun’s heat, including my sisters. Being born in Oklahoma, I enjoy the feeling of the sun warming up my arms not turning them into burnt bacon. During the time spent in California we spent the majority of our time with a past childhood friend. We drove three hours to Great America, which is located in San Francisco. Great America, is an amusement park filled with amazing rides, …show more content…
The thought of me, riding that moving death cart made my mind go fuzzy and my heart beating faster. The only thing I could keep my mind on was the people around us, staring at the four Asian girls all wearing Nation shirts. The whole time waiting to get to the front of the line I would tug on my shirt, fix my cap, go on my phone, and talk to my sisters and friend. After what felt like three hours, we finally sat down on that death defying ride. Can you predict who was the lucky person to sit in the very front? Me. Fortunately, my friend sat right beside me. “Are you ready?”, she asked me. I looked at her with a shocked expression. I could not believe she asked me such a silly question, of course I wasn’t ready. I was terrified out of my mind. When they locked the seat belts in place, I wanted to get off the ride so much. I was panicking, pulling on the belt to make it tighter, holding my friend’s hand, who was rudely cackling at my chaotic state. To make sure my glasses would not fly off my face I put it inside of my shirt, clipping it onto the top of my bra. I surely wasn’t ready, no one is ever ready to
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
Every person has an American Dream they want to pursue, achieve and live. Many people write down goals for themselves in order to get to their dream. Those never ending goals can range from academic to personal. As of today, I am living my dream. My American Dream is to become a nurse, travel to many places, have a family, and get more involved with God.
We’re both looking at the top of the roller coaster track begging and pleading that we be taken off. “I don’t want to ride, somebody get me off!” My life had flashed before my eyes as well as my best friends. We began to tell each other that we loved one another. Before we knew it we were at the top of the roller coaster looking down at all of the people who were walking around still living and breathing enjoying funnel cakes, turkey legs and ice cream. As for us at the top of the ride were having panic attacks and screaming as loud as we could but no one seemed to hear us. We were getting ready to have the ride of our lives.
We both walked up the ramp and were the next ones in line. Now the pit in my stomach was even bigger. I really wasn’t ready. We walked to the cart and we both got in. The buckles were hugging my thighs tightly, before the ride blasted
So after waiting line forever they open up the gates and everyone takes off to their favorite rides. My group dashes for the indoor roller coaster. So considering it’s indoor I’m thinking its nothing to crazy. Well I was wrong. The flight of fear goes 0 to 60 in a matter of just a couple of seconds and does 4 loops and 3 corkscrews. We get into line and we are one of the first to aboard this death machine. After hearing the death screeches from the other people in front of us I was officially petrified.
I knew it was almost my turn to ride, but I was not scared. This would prove that I could do anything that Madeline and Jackson could do, and things that even Madeline could not do. I had not gone on the last roller coaster, the Voyage, because it scared me so much, but I had said I felt sick and would
Getting to the United States was very exciting, what I didn’t know was that it was so difficult I didn’t never thought I would have to go through all this again, now I didn’t plan to go back to Mexico. I was all around the place looking for a job I went to Dallas TX with my brothers but they were still doing the same selling drugs I didn’t want that anymore because I had a wife to take care of. I went to California with a couple of friends and started working in what I had experience in, harvesting. The plantations here in the United States were much bigger, we lived in a train wagon with another family this wasn’t what I expected. Long hot sunny days picking strawberries, grapes, tomatoes, whatever it was I was doing it. It was like when I
This was the second ride we were going on, and I could feel my nerves leaving me. I could smell the chlorine as we edge closer and closer to the ride. I turned and looked at my brother, Jacob, as he is the only one in our small group of four to have ever been to White Water. He assured is that the ride would be worth the line that we were currently standing in.
“AHHHHH!” I cried as the rapid roller coaster took a straight drop and hot summer air rushed into my face. This was the day I rode the eleventh best roller coaster in the world when I was only eight years old!
"Exit the bus” one of the men said in two different languages (Hebrew and English) placing two large dogs on each side. We all packed all of our essentials and left the bus. I got off the bus thinking that we arrived in Palestine, but the truth was, we still had to cross the borders and then take a completely different bus. I was exhausted, it was a very long trip from Canada all the way to Jordan and a two hour ride on a bus to cross the borders of Palestine. We had to give our Jordanian passports to them, however, they let my entire family pass through except for me. I was in a shock, “how am I supposed to go home all alone, I am only 10” I asked the man. He stared at me for about 5 seconds and said “ your Jordanian passport is expiring
The three of us ski down to the chairlift and board the lift which only takes you to this one trail, there is no other way out. My heart was pounding and my head was thinking about everything that could go wrong. Keep in mind, many people who have gone up this chairlift
February 13, 2011, the day that I came and knew I was going to America. I spent the previous day worrying and stressing over what was to be a significant change in my life. The night before, I had thoughts mostly of the USA and no sleep. What will it be like? What will people think of me?
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."
We got into our lines, behind groups of excited families and happy little old men and women. As the line ascended up the ramp onto this enormous water vessel, pictures were taken of every group of passengers. Smile, laugh and look happy! Riiight. As a matter of fact, I was pretty anxious. I'd never been on a boat like this, and especially not for a whole week.
My favorite summer vacation was when my Father took me to Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida. It was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. What made it even more memorable was the fact that it was my very first time on an airplane. I cannot recall another time in my life when I experienced so much joy. That trip to Universal Studios was the first time my Father and I actually did something together, just the two of us and was something brought me close to my Father. In this essay I will tell you about my plane ride over there, what I did right when I got there, and about my time at Universal Studios.