What would it feel if someone who is afraid of rollercoasters went on one? Well, I did, and based on my experience, it was not fun at all. On a shining Saturday afternoon, my cousin and I were heading to Great America, an amusement park. We were around thirteen years old at that time. We were in the same car for an hour to reach our destination. My cousin talked about all the fun rides at Great America. I have never been to Great America, so I was nodding to whatever he said. He described how the rides would go. His illustrations of the rides made me want to on the rides really bad.

After the long drive from [removed] to [removed], my cousin and I finally arrived at our destination. When my dad parked the car, we got off the car immediately because we were too animated. The only thing in our way was the entrance, where we had to buy tickets and get our bags checked out. Since it was a weekend and on an afternoon, there were tons of people waiting patiently in line. We had no choice but to also wait.

It took about fifteen minutes to wait in line, and my cousin and I were finally in the amusement park. My cousin immediately sprinted over to an extreme rollercoaster. I disagreed and told him to start off light first. So, we went to the “Psycho Mouse.” The line was not that lengthy, and the ride did not look so bad. After a couple of minutes, it was our turn to go on the small, mild ride. There were seven cars that had two seats for each. My cousin and I sat next to each other. We had our seat belts fastened. The ride started off by going really steep. Then, it went in zig-zags. After that, it started to descend slowly because you know the saying, “What comes up must come down.” We were not screaming because the ride was not that extreme. The ride basically went back and forth, but then, there was this drop. I saw it coming and became a little nervous. The car went down really fast, and I felt like my legs were going through it. The wind was blowing heavily into my face.  I screamed “Oh s***! That was scary!”  My heart started pounding my chest. Then, the ride went back in a circle, and it was over. I started to feel bad about going on roller coasters.

Later my cousin and I decided to go on “The Grizzly.” Just by looking at the name made me had butterflies in my stomach. Moments later, I saw a gigantic, wooden structure with cars going up slowly and coming down fast. I could hear people screaming at the top of their lungs. The line was longer than I expected. It took about thirty minutes. When it was our turn, my cousin and I hopped in the long car, which can hold two people in every eight cars. The ride began by making a right turn. Then, it slowly ascended. For me, the car felt like it was taking forever just to reach the peak. I was very anxious at that moment. The car was finally at the climax, and it stood there for one second. Then, the wind came blowing in my face heavily. I could not open my eyes at all. My legs seemed like they were going through the car and fell straight to the ground. My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. Then, it made multiple turns with fast pace. I had to close my eyes because the ride was too intense for my body. The ride finally came to an end, and my heart was pounding like a fist knocking on the door.  Thank god it ended. I did not cry, but I was horrified.

My cousin and I got off the roller coaster. He was so delighted that he went on the rides. Unlike him, I wished I did not. I told my cousin, “Screw that. I’m never going on that again in my life.” Because of this experience, I do not like roller coasters, especially when they have sudden and steep drops. I can still ride roller coasters, but I would always have to close my eyes throughout the ride. It is not worth it if I keep my eyes closed during the ride. I just wish when I am older, I can conquer this fear and enjoy life with roller coasters.