The Zipline Once I got up to that platform, I immediately regretted my decision. It was a bright, hot day at SpringHill summer camp in Evart, Michigan. My counselors Steven, Danny, and Conor were with my cabin mates Connor (my brother), Cesar, Brian, and I at the signature ride at SpringHill: the super tall zipline. This zipline was taller than the Seattle Space Needle. Knowing that I wasn’t fond of heights, and I have done barely anything that involves height like this, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ride it. “I’m not sure if I want to do this,” I said to Connor as I heard the shrieks and cries of the people coming down the zipline. “Don’t be a chicken,” Connor replied as he walked around clucking like a chicken. I really didn’t want to do it, but I thought maybe it would be fun if I did do it. So, I got into line with the rest of my cabin. From where I was standing, the line looked a million miles long. …show more content…
To my surprise, it only took 15 minutes for us to get to the front of the line. “We’re finally at the front!” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs with excitement. Our cabin had to split up into groups of three or four. I went with Brian and Cesar and we were the last group in our cabin to go. As we saw our cabin mates go flying down the zipline, us three got our harness and helmet on. At this point, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. This is for real. Once we had our gear on, we were told that we could go to the zipline platform. We had to walk up a steep hill and stairs that looked 100 stories high. I thought that they would never end. “Come out to the platform!” an instructor enthusiastically shouted as we approached the top of the
another line, and another wait. This has to be the most unpleasant part of a
“We have a small emergency situation and everyone needs to be moved to the deck with their life belts with them.” He retorted.
Once I made it through the security check, I then took the elevators up to the will call window to pick up my tickets. Then proceeded towards the line to get my
In line we did not cry, but we chanted: “Not ready, Not ready, Not ready, Not ready!”
As you can assume, it was extremely crowded, and it seemed everyone was on a mission in there. While we were getting into the checkout lines with all the items we needed, I noticed that the speedy checkout line wasn’t that long and of course since we had over 20 items I suggested going to the closest regular checkout line near the entrance under the assumption that it would be faster. I was sadly mistaken when we noticed that the line wasn’t moving for a while, well my mother didn’t have much patience at this time, so she decided we were just
My friends still was pressuring me to ride Goliath, so I went ahead and said “fine, I’ll go ahead and give Goliath a try.” There was a long line of people ahead of us trying to ride Goliath, the was so long that some people left the line to ride other rides. The line was 3 hours long, if not, more. When we finally got to the ride, just looking at how big the first drop was, made me want to run away and scream, but I didn’t want to waste 3 hours of my time. As the ride started and we was going up, I was screaming out of my mind, literally. You got to remember that Goliath goes 250 feet high. When we finally got off the ride, there was a little tear that came out my eye, and I’m being so serious with you. I was just glad that I didn’t get killed by that crazy ride. But when we got off the ride I thought it was really fun.
After I observed four different boarding lines, I soon realized how impatient our society reacts to situations. As soon as the airline attendants announced the boarding for a certain flight, it seemed as if everybody rushed to the...
I was waiting at the line, having a mini-panic attack because we were next. I watched the crane moving drop tower slowly rise while people were dangling their feet amid the air. Seconds later, the sound of what a garbage truck makes stopped! They reached the top. The view from the ground to how high they were, made them seem like ants. I heard a few screams before the ride finally dropped freely to the ground. It was almost in a flash and they were back down. The drop made everyone on the ride scream even when they reached the ground. It was our turn to hop on the ride. We replaced all the empty seats and my mom was right beside me. I buckled up my seatbelt and made sure it was as tight as it could get. A person came around making sure everyone was buckled up and that is when I realized there was no turning back. I started feeling the need to use the restroom but there was nothing I could do. I was locked behind what felt like a seat you would find inside a rocket ship. We started arising slowly and I honestly felt like I was going to black out because of how afraid I was. My heart was beating faster and faster the higher we went. Before I knew it, we were at the top. The
“We can't do it! We're going to be in the Hudson!” I radio to air-traffic control and yell to Jeff simultaneously. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Brace for impact!” I say into the microphone to warn the passengers and crew.
As we get closer to the top I began to sense my nerves resurfacing. I could hear the screams of the kids that were already on the ride and I was excited since I knew it would be a lot of fun. As we wait for it to be our turn I take in my surroundings and notice for the first time just how beautiful the day really was.
As we climbed higher and higher, my stomach churned more and more at the sound of each clicking belt moving us in the direction of the first drop. Just before the peak we had stopped moving and in increments we gradually moved forward over the first hill. I begged fearfully to my dad, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this! Get me off!”
I see my dad peering at me from the top of the stairs. “Dad, I got in! I’m so excited!” I exclaimed happily. “Good job. We are so proud of you!” my dad said, smiling at me. None of us could be happier, especially me.
Sivi, immediately came out to greet me, and we both felt a great sense of relief and pride. Once again we managed to overcome our fears and experience something that cannot be imagined or viewed like a movie, but must be felt.
I was smacked in the face by a gust of hot, humid Texas air as I found my way off the bus. The once brisk morning was getting hotter by the second. My friend Kristi and I looked towards our left and there she was, the Norwegian Sea. The cruise liner that we would be on for the next week. It was the biggest ship I had ever seen up close. Ten stories high and nearly 1000 feet long. It had an intimidating presence that took one's breath away.
My tie flew in the morning wind. The only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I had been warned a couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was late as usual. As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then was quite unbelievable.