“How am I on this!” I yell as I wrap my sweaty hands tightly over the black side bars. The tallest roller coaster in the world, Kingda Ka. It looked down on us above our miniscule heads. I was with my best friend Jimmy, who is the crazy side of me. He asked me if I wanted to come to Six Flags with me one day. Of course, I said yes because Six Flags is a lot of fun. Why would I decline? Little did I know that I wasn’t getting the full experience unless I went on the big rides. The biggest thing I went on previously was Batman and that wasn’t that big. It only had two loops and no drop. I had never been on all the big rides/main attractions like El Toro, Nitro, or Green Lantern. So when Jimmy convinced me to go on the tallest roller coaster in the world, Kingda Ka, I must have been out of my mind... and I was.
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The anticipation on the line was killing me. I knew if this line would slowly drag me along any longer I would chicken out and regret not going on the ride. All I could watch was the bright green car speeding down the track faster than a gazelle being chased by a hawk. The bright yellow sun against the light blue sky was blinding me, making the car go out of view for a moment, then seeing it already at the top. The only thing that I could think of was the giant, green, vertical drop that I was about to confront. I could tell Jimmy was trying to keep me distracted. He would ask something very irrelevant like, “The yankees lost last night”, or “What great weather it is right?” However, nothing could keep my mind from facing the reality of what is about to go down. What was I doing on this line I asked myself constantly. This kept me distracted until we got to top of the
The anticipation on the line was killing me. I knew if this line would slowly drag me along any longer I would chicken out and regret not going on the ride. All I could watch was the bright green car speeding down the track faster than a gazelle being chased by a hawk. The bright yellow sun against the light blue sky was blinding me, making the car go out of view for a moment, then seeing it already at the top. The only thing that I could think of was the giant, green, vertical drop that I was about to confront. I could tell Jimmy was trying to keep me distracted. He would ask something very irrelevant like, “The yankees lost last night”, or “What great weather it is right?” However, nothing could keep my mind from facing the reality of what is about to go down. What was I doing on this line I asked myself constantly. This kept me distracted until we got to top of the