It was the summer of 2012 and my family was taking another trip to Six Flags Great America. Earlier that summer we went just for me to be disappointed. At the time I wasn’t 54 inches yet and couldn’t ride any of the rides that I wanted to because they were the most popular at the amusement park. But, I hit a growth spurt between trips and we planned to ride all of the big rollercoasters. The one that I was most terrified of at the time was Raging Bull, one of the tallest, fastest, and longest steel coasters in the US. As we started to wait in line for the ride I was shaking with both anticipation and fear and began to rethink my idea to ride the rollercoaster. I decided to stay in line and see what many people thought was a great coaster.
Have you ever heard that when you wanna go big , Go Six Flags? Six Flags is the family friendly amusement park. This family oriented park located in different variations around the world.
AHHHHHHH, that’s the sound I’m going to make when I going to make when I go to Six Flags this weekend. In my opinion, I think that Six Flags has the rides the best rides. There’s just one ride that I’m really afraid of. I t’s the biggest and best ride in Six Flags, the ride literally goes all around Six Flags. But I was afraid of the ride, so I said to my mom “Goliath is just one of the rides I’ll never ride.”
Whenever I think about my family's trip to the Grand Canyon over the summer, I always wonder what it would have been like if I had not been too afraid to hike down the rim. When planning our annual vacation, my family decided that we would fly into Denver, Colorado, and slowly make our way to Las Vegas. The one stop along the way that I was looking forwards to the least was the Grand Canyon: I am more afraid of heights than anything else. Although I felt mentally prepared upon our arrival, I quickly decided that the Grand Canyon wasn't for me after a quick glance at the sheer, unprotected 3,000 foot drop.
My palms were sweaty, I was a nervous wreck; should I go or not? Just the thought of people dying at Six Flags gives me the chills. Falling off a ride and slowly coming to your death. Even though I was at Six Flags who would have thought that I would have to make such a tough decision about a ride.
I remember it like it was yesterday, my family took our first trip to Six Flags Great America. I was around seven years old and terrified by everything around me. The roller coasters were like brobdingnagian snakes that twisted throughout the entire park. My first rollercoaster changed my life forever. I was barely the required 48”, and my dad sat me down on American Eagle. Before the ride I was sobbing, yelling, and scared out of my mind. The lift hill had to be the longest moments of my life. We climbed up the 127’ slower than I thought possible, and then it happened. The car crested over the first hill, and the expression on my face couldn't have changed more. I went from a terrified and mortified child, to a boy who was on top of the world. The feeling of falling down the hill, then climbing up another and entering a helix and the some more
What most people expect to hear is me looking forward to riding the roller coasters. I hope that’s not what you thought because I hate them, maybe not hate, but really I’m just not a big fan of high altitudes in general. Consequently, this is why I was always reluctant to going with my family on this trip. Nevertheless I always went. Now that you know I’m not a fan of heights you could guess what attractions I was accustomed to riding, let’s just say my height requirement was more than enough to be eligible to ride. This specific year I decided to bring a friend to accompany me and in hindsight that was a bad idea because he was a roller coaster
Funky, foul, repulsive smell of must and sweat assault your nose, accompanied by a slight trace of sunscreen. In addition, beads of sweat start to form on your forehead as the sun beams down on you. However, none of that seems to matter as you anxiously wait in line to gain access to the greatest place on earth, Six Flags.
As soon as the cart reached the top of the tracks I knew we were in for a long bumpy ride. The cart descended, I gritted my teeth and pushed my legs against the seat in front of me to brace myself. I'm screaming now, this is my first roller coaster, I do not know what to expect. All I could see was my life flashing in front of my eyes and the moment just before I decided to jump onto this roller coaster of death.
It was a Friday, and my first time at White Water. I had been to Six Flags many times in the past few years, as I had always been a pass holder, but this was different than Six Flags. Six Flags had roller coasters where I was strapped in and going 60+ mph. I loved the feeling of going on the rides, but this wasn’t Six Flags. This was a completely new place. I could feel the terror in my bones, but I also knew that I was excited to go on this new ride. A ride where it would just be me making sure I didn’t fall off.
“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!
So I went to Las Vegas with my toddler Spanish and came back a boy! There was not many Spanish speaking people when I went. I was a bit of a creeper listening to random conversations wearing my cheap sunglasses. I would try my best to find the verb, subject, and object they were talking about. Basic words like sed, hambre, mira, mi, tu were common. Sometimes I would recognize the verb but could not figure out the verb ending kind of like trabajarldfkjsdpsb. I was asked a few times if I spoke Spanish and I always replied with “Hablo un poco”. They would then send a flurry of words in my direction as I stood hopeless trying to understand. Occationally I would muster up the courage to order in Spanish or to say anything in Espanol. It was incredibly
I will never forget when I went to Six Flags at the age of 16. I decided to ride the ride they called Scream. I was a little heavier than I am now so when boarding the ride my brother had challenged me to a fifty dollar bet which we both would have after two weeks of allowances. We both shook hands and agreed to get on the ride and whoever was the most scared or vomit would have to pay the other person. We decided to purchase Lemonade which taste like some fresh squeezed lemons and was sweet like a piece of candy. I had sweat dripping from my forehead as If I had been working in My Grandfathers farm all day feeding the cattle. Boy did that lemonade quench my thirst. It was the middle of May and boy was it hot. I couldn’t wait to get on the ride to feel some breeze. The wait lasted about thirty minutes and seemed like forever.
As a child impressed by many things, this place far surpassed any other thing my six-year-old, little self had experienced. This place truly was magical. Through the never-ending crowds, we strolled, and after an eternity, we arrived at a ride called Thunder Mountain Railroad. At first glance, this ride was an average little kid ride, it could even be considered dumb. However, I had never seen a roller coaster before, and this thing seemed absolutely terrifying.
It all began when a couple of friends and myself went to Six Flags for some fun right at the beginning of summer. We arrived there early in morning, which was about nine o’clock for us. The birds were chirping and the sun was bright. There was also a hint of dew, making the grass sparkle in the sunlight. The place was packed, people were standing in huge lines waiting to buy their tickets. My friends and I were lucky because we had season passes and just walked right to the front gate and walked in. Naturally there was a security check at the front gate, little did I know that I was going to run into them again in the near future. From there we went straight to the ride “The Mind Eraser.” It was always wise to go to that ride first, because as the day progressed, the line grew longer. Since the ride is only about a minute long, the wait then becomes to long to make the ride worth the wait. As we got on, all of us were a little jumpy. It was the first time being to the amusement park that year, and our stomachs were not immune to the s...
Ever since I was about six years old, I wanted in the worst way to go to Disneyland. I would hope every year that my parents would chose Disneyland as our next family vacation destination. I dreamt of the day I would come back from Disneyland with exciting tales of adventure and a pair of sparkly, ruby red and black Minnie Mouse ears of my very own that would be the envy of every kid in my elementary class. Once I finally went to Disneyland, it was amazing; Disneyland was everything I had expected and more. However, a couple years later when I returned to Disneyland, it was different. The rides, buildings, and everything in the park did not have the same allure. The magic I had experienced as a child was no longer there.