My first roller coaster ride was at Disneyland when I had just turned 7 the month prior. I went with my dad to go on the ride. I remember waiting in line to go on the ride and feeling absolutely terrified. All that I could think of while waiting were the terrible things that could happen on the ride. Finally, we were seated in the coaster and my heart started banging out of my chest.
As we took off and started slowly climbing up to the drop my fear tripled. Finally, we got all the way up and started the drop. As my stomach started to rise from the force of gravity on me my fear started to go away. We reached the bottom and started going around in circles climbing smaller hills and doing smaller drops.
However, as soon as it seemed that the ride started the ride stopped. When I got off with my dad he asked me “how was it?” To which I replied “not so bad.” Despite this seemingly good experience with a roller coaster I still talk myself out of going on any others.
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