It started out just like any scorching, July evening. As farm fair was beginning to end, Angie, Lizzy, and I all decided to go together. It started to get dark, and all of the dazzling , gleaming fair lights started to illuminate the atmosphere. We decided to get some pizza, which tasted like paper and tomato juice! It was so abominable , that we threw it out to go on some rides. We walked around, saw a few other friends who gave us the “ fake-smile-and-wave” as they continued to keep walking., Finally, we got delicious ice cream to make up for the pizza. After a few rides, we had a few dollars left and we were getting exhausted. There was one ride that we had not gone on yet This ride spun around and went up and down really fast. We thought it would be a fun way to end the night, but that suddenly changed. …show more content…
As we took our seats, we pulled down the lap bar and anxiously for the ride to start. The ride worker came around the ride to us and pulled up on our lap bar to make sure we would be safe, and then said he said a little creepily “Have a great ride!” We started laughing and then the ride started. We had our hands up and we were having a great time. As the ride was getting faster, Angie and I heard this strange noise coming from our cart and we started getting scared. As it got faster, the noise was getting louder and louder. I started to think what could happen to us and then I got scared. I started screaming really loud with a look of terror on my face. Angie started screaming and she looked scared, too. We both started laughing at each other's appearance. We were both scared and we were laughing so hard that tears were flowing from our faces.
I love riding four wheelers. I also love to adventure so I guess you could say my character trait is being adventurous. I’ve been riding my whole life, you think I’m kidding but my mom even rode four wheelers when she was pregnant with me so yeah. I got my very first four wheeler when I was three and I rode it till I was nine, but then I wanted to ride with the big boys or girls or whatever. When I was ten I got Yamaha blaster two hundred. It was my first manual transmission four wheeler. It was also a fixer upper, so I restored it to original condition and learned valuable knowledge along the way. So now I know a lot about four wheelers. When I got done fixing it it was a lot better than before. So I figured I was ready to learn how ride a
When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off.
Most equestrians will agree that the most relaxing place to be is out in nature, with just you and your horse, with no worries in the world. The wooded cross country course and the rolling wheat field are a tranquil and quiet place to spend quality time learning about and enjoying your horse. The cross country course provides a motivating factor for eventers like no other. The wheat fields have a meditation-like feel with the quiet rustling of the plants in the soft wind.
The car ride was reduced to complete silence. My head was turned towards the window, longing to be anywhere but there. I noticed the road curve in the distance, the thick trees swaying in the wind, and the sky turn dark ominous shades of blue. My thoughts drifted but always seemed to be pulled back to our problems. Was it my fault? No it couldn't be. Whenever your temper got out of hand you pinned it on me. Yet somehow I was always left with the feeling the overwhelming feeling of guilt for resenting you. It was like a constant tug a war between forgiveness or refusing to accept your behavior. I glanced over at you, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against your head. Your jaw was clenched tightly and you had that crease
I was shaking nervously. I was going on a really scary ride called X-2 with my cousins. We were close to getting on the ride, no chickening out now, Heh. I was scared to death. Everybody looked happy and excited to go on the ride. And I was as pale as a ghost could ever be because We were going on the next ride.
This was a time about seven years ago, I was six or seven years old and I had a huge fear of roller coasters. They always seemed too high and unsafe from my point of veiw. So when we went to the yeti themed roller coaster, "Mount Everest" in themiddle of the night at Disney World, I was shaking in my boots!
It was a wine red roller coaster ride built in a terrific way that it was massive and breathtaking. We were standing in the long line and at last the attendant asked me to sit in the seating section of the coaster and I sat next to my sister. I was asked to put on my yellow seat belt and hold on to the black bar in my lap. A mixture of excitement and fear filled inside my mind. I was slowly taken up to 90-degree angle, suddenly all my happy and thrilling sensations to try all the rides was conquered by the nerve-racking emotion that impaled in my mind as I screamed at the top of my lungs when we were falling straight down from 90-degree angle. I took caught on the bar tightly, but still the feeling that I’m going to fall down was intense. My scream became the loudest uproar that caused my sister feel insecure about me and she was trying to pacify me down, but I couldn’t resist myself from the absolute threatening feeling. After the ride was done, we were asked to get up from the seat and my knees were frail but I managed to stand up and walk out and there was my sister running towards me and asked if I was alright. I still had a dizzy feeling, but I was alive. After the ride, I felt an intense adrenaline rush flow through my
So here I am not wanting to go on the roller coaster with my cousin. Now that I’m in line I wanted to go back home and forget her but I didn’t. It would of been horrible to say no to her when 5 year olds are riding it too. Now let me tell you what happens on the roller coaster.
Little did I know at the time, but this was going to be the longest bus ride of my life. A bus ride that was going to take me halfway across the state of California, it was going to feel like I was traveling through the last four years of my troubled teen life.
As my flesh started to be spread across the pavement, dirt, and gravel, I thought to myself "Why, why did I ride today?" I wish I could have thought of a better way to get home that day. It had been raining that afternoon and the thought had crossed my mind not to ride home, but I didn't want to leave my bike at school.
My family has always enjoyed driving for fun. We would always go on drives around the state or to other states. Although, we always wanted something other than a car or bike to drive.
It was a nice sunny day not to hot out so it was comfortable to walk all day in. I could see some of the rides from the parking lot and I got a little nervous for the roller coaster. We walked into the park and we always start in the front of the park and work our way to the back. "Lets ride the tilt-a-whirl first!", I suggested. I wanted to start off easy so I could work my way on the bigger rides. The spiny rides were always me and my moms favorite rides. We always rode them together because everyone else could only do about one before starting to feel sick. After that ride, we rode the boat, it rocks back and fourth. The log ride was the family favorite and we always rode it all together. We were about half way through the park and decided to take a break and go eat lunch in the parking
As odd as it sounds a roller coaster did in fact help develop my most important relationship. From as early as I can remember, my family has had the annual tradition of visiting Dorney Park. This trip was always the highlight of my summer and holds some of the most important bonding moments I have with my cousin Nick. The day was always all about us. We sat next to each other on every ride, shared a variety of greasy foods, and most importantly, we rode Steel Force as much as possible. Nick has Down Syndrome, and pretty much whatever he says goes. This is how our tradition of Steel Force started. After riding it for the first time, Nick and I loved it more than life. We would run up the steps to the ride, pop in the first open seat, ride the coaster, jump off, look at our strategically planned on-ride photo, and repeat. This yearly tradition
The experience that I will discuss in this Personal Narrative is when I was about six years old and just learning how to ride a dirt-bike for the first time.It will tell you about how I almost died but learned a valuable lesson. Even though it didn 't really change the way that I ride or if I wear a helmet or not! So when I was about six years old I had gotten my very first dirt-bike.I was over-joyed because my father had just bought me a new 50cc honda motorsport, which was one of the best bikes at the time.When he bought me this I would always ask to go out and ride day and night even if it was pouring down rain or a hundred degrees outside.He would always tell me"no it 's too dangerous" and I would just sit there and just complain for the rest of the day.
The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.