A Memory Memoir

“Why me!” I yelled, asking in fear. I was on my way to the top of the Wild Thing, which happened to be the tallest, longest and steepest dropping roller coaster in Valley Fair. “Come on, show some spirit, this is our 8th grade trip, it’ll be fun!” my sister who is also my best friend insisted. “Yeah,” I said sarcastically, “Fun!”
Thinking more and more about my 8th grade trip and how fun it had been so far, kept my mind off of other things, other things like the roller coaster I was on! I had never been on a roller coaster this big before. It was lime green and tall. This had to be one of my first roller coasters. The name of this tall roller coaster was nothing else but the Wild Thing. Yes, indeed you had to be a wild thing to ride this. And right now it looked like I was going to be the wild one.
Still chugging up the hill, my close friends, who were also one the 8th grade trip with me, were sitting behind Stephanie and me. Stephanie and my friends knew I was afraid of heights and not to mention roller coasters but that didn’t stop them from dragging me onto this ride. Besides I didn’t want to look like a baby in front of my classmates. But the one thing that did start to scare me was all the scary things my friends said to me on the way to the top. They said many things like, “Hey, Leah have you looked down recently?” and of course I looked down. This freaked me out.
When this first cart finally reached the top of the hill, I started to see carts disappear one by one. People were screaming their heads off. “3…2…1,” my friends who were sitting behind me screamed. We were off, down the biggest drop of the ride. I couldn’t breath. Not because I was sick or anything, but because the drop took my breath away.
Surviving the first drop, I was on my way through the rest of the roller coaster. There were hills and corkscrews and loops through the whole thing. This was in fact the longest, best roller coaster ever.
Going up and down small and large hills made my stomach turn. But going into the tunnel was the best part. Water sprayed our faces unexpectedly and a camera flashed. Many pictures were taken; there was a picture of every cart. There were pictures of screaming people, people wiping their face from the unexpected water, little kids crying and of course Stephanie and I striking a pose!
This roller coaster was, yes, very scary, but was most defanetly the best ride ever. I will never forget my 8th grade trip or the Wild Thing.