The First Rollercoaster

The merciless summer sun beat down on us with it’s fiery fists of heat. This wasn’t my first time in Great America but it was certainly the first time I was gonna be riding a roller coaster. “How lame!” I thought. I was already in the 5th grade and had not ridden a roller coaster. “Well time to take this off of my bucket list and never ride one again.” Or so I thought. The line moved up as I followed suit and stepped into the car. “Wait theres something wrong here!” I said aloud. “WHY IS MY FIRST ROLLERCOASTER A CLASS 5 RIDE! Shouldn’t I be starting with like level 3?” (the roller coasters are divided into 5 levels with 5 being the fastest). The ride had already begun and the cars jolted forward before my dad had a chance to reply. The slow crawl up to the top of the peak gave me a false sense of impending death and forced my heart to race. As we reached the top I saw a great view but was too busy focusing on what I could do to prevent my early death to care. Then we dropped. The ride went down faster than I could comprehend as it traversed through 2 loops where I thought I was gonna fall off for sure and then 2 corkscrews that got me gripping the handles of my car as tight as I could. We arrived in front of a tunnel in which seeing, caused me to breath a huge sigh of relief. I was done. “False, YOU THOUGHT!” is what god seemed to be saying to me in my head. “Crap!” I screamed in my mind as the roller coaster accelerated to its fastest speed yet, and went down one final drop. I exited the car completely winded and when my dad asked how it was, I simply grinned and responded “Let’s go again.”