I stood in line squeezing my toes together. A hot rush of adrenaline went up my head. My head spun violently making me regret my decision. A chill went up my spine even though it was the middle of the summer. I was in line for the most scariest ride in the waterpark, The Funnel. It was me, my uncle, my grandpa, and my cousin. I really didn’t want to do this, but there was no turning back now. You get on a raft the color of mustard with four other people. You slide down a very steep slide and once you slide down, you go into something the shape of a funnel. Once you get to the funnel part, you slide up and down. I studied the faces of the people going on the ride. A women had her head tilted back, she had her eyes clamped shut. Her hair flew up with her as she went up and down. She screamed so loud that I needed to plug my ears. There were dozens of people waiting to go on this ride. The only reason I decided to go on the ride was because my cousin was six and he was brave enough to go on it and I didn’t want to be a coward. The hollering and screeches of people were just making things worse. Now there were only three people left, and I started having a panic attack. My heart was skipping beats, and I was shivering with fear. I was so nervous that it felt like butterflies were doing cartwheels in my stomach. The blazing sun burned against my skin. I kept telling myself that it wouldn’t be scary and people were overreacting for no reason. It was finally our turn and, I felt like I was going to have a cardiac arrest. I sat down in the raft clenching on the handle bars on the side of the raft. The rest of my family sat down in the raft with me. I wondered if I was strong enough to survive the ride. The lifeguard was waiting to get a signal so it would be safe for us to go down. I rubbed my thumb nervously on the handle bar. When she got the signal, I was so frightened. The water drifted the raft into the slide. We were going to get to the drop in fewer than five seconds. I screeched at the top of my lungs as we fell down the steep slide. It felt like we were falling through the black hole. I had a stomach drop each time we went up and down the funnel. I kept screaming as water rushed up and splattered onto my face. As we slowed down, I was finally done with my panic attack. That ride was terrifying. I was so soaked that water was cascading down my face rapidly. I was never ever going on that ride again!
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