As I watch the line move, I stand there with worries of how I am going to get through this. At this point I am oblivious to the world. All noise has gone from my ears, all life has left my eyes, and all I smell was the dust from people kicking up as they walk to move up in line. Nothing but me is there, just thinking of why I am standing in the line for Superman at Six Flags.

Our family was there on vacation in the middle of August, just to get away from life and be ourselves. My cousin Heather, my dad, and I were walking on the hot, sticky black pavement across Six Flags. We were all sharing a fried dough that we had just gotten fresh at the stand. The fried dough was hot and crusty on the outside and gooey on the inside. Taking the first bite I could taste the powdered sugar that made my taste buds flutter!

“Hey look you guys,” Heather said. She was looking up at an entrance with a big logo of an uppercase S located right in the middle of a big diamond. It was the famous and unforgettable ride, Superman. “Let’s go on this ride,” she called.

“I’m not sure about this, I mean what if someone gets hurt? That is a long drop, a big tummy tickler, or is it even safe?” I nervously questioned.

“Oh come on, please, no one ever gets hurt, these are roller coasters Megan, and it will be awesome! Trust me,” Heather begged.

“Okay, On two conditions, I get to choose the next three rides, and you will never bug me about this again.”

“Yes, it’s a deal, Thank you, you won’t regret it. This will be a blast!”

So we enter this door and go through a room with lockers and then you see so many people! It was the longest line I have ever seen. It could have been in the Guinness Book of World records. So we step down the cracked cement stairs and join the line.

” You guys I don’t think I can do this I’m getting all dizzy; I don’t feel very well.” I complained. I started to feel very dizzy and queasy. As we move even more up in the line I become very nauseous. I start to shake and get the shivers up and down my spine. All the hairs on my neck, legs, and hair start to stand up. I start to feel sick. The heat was getting to me I could hardly focus on what was around me. As I watch the line move, I stand there with worries of how I am going to get through this. I am absentminded to the world at this point. All noise has gone from my ears, all life has left my eyes, and all I can smell is the dust from people picking up as they walk to move in line. Nothing but me is there. I can’t believe I was in the line for Superman.

“I can’t believe you guys persuaded me to go on this!” My body is quitting on me. I can barely stand up. My heart is racing, my nerves are squirming, and I can hardly breathe. I was gasping for air at a heavy pace. But here I am, at the silver chipped gates holding me back from the ride as I am about to pass out.

“Megan, it’ll be okay just don’t think about it, it will be over quickly. The drop won’t be bad. It will only last like two seconds,” my dad said encouragingly. I couldn’t bare to listen, I was tying not to think of it but it was really hard.

Finally, it was our turn. It seemed as if the gates opened so slowly. But they opened and I picked my foot up, sat in the warm black seat, and buckled myself in. After a minute or two I wanted to scream, GET ME OUT OF THIS THING! But Heather reassured me and said to do it for and experience and that I could tell

everyone that I actually went on Superman. I thought to myself that I could do it and this would be a blast. Man was I wrong.

As the conductor said, “Have a great ride see you when you get back from saving the world!” I was shaking now and I knew I couldn’t handle it, so I put my head down and during the whole thing I was so tense! The first drop made my stomach go up into my chest! There were drops where I came out of my seat. I wasn’t excepting it. There were circles and the roller coaster was out of control!

It had finally ended. I was so overjoyed that I unhooked myself and shot out of there. I walked off the ramp that led out of the ride and I could barely walk. Even worse than being in the line to get on the ride. I felt so sick I went straight to a trash can, but I didn’t barf. I had to admit I was glad that I went, but I would not go on again in a while! Heather and my dad finally came out and they asked what had happened to me.

“I was glad I did it you guys, but I don’t want to do that for a while, okay! If I hadn’t done it I would have wished I did because I don’t give up on much things, but on this I might have, and I would

have been disappointed in myself. It was pretty much an experience of a lifetime. I’m glad I did it!”

“I’m glad you did it too honey!” My dad told me! So after that terrifying experience I started to like my experience even more. Well, at least I had a story to talk about after that!