When I was younger, I used to love going to amusement parks because roller coasters fascinated me. These beastly machines are usually made of steel or wood, can go as fast as 120 miles per hour, and reach the height of 420 feet. It amazes me why average people like me would trade the tranquility of the ground to be high up in the air, being tossed around with such brutality and roughness, like vegetables in a food processor.
Even still I enjoyed riding these fast amazing machines, sometimes so fast, that no matter how hard I tried to scream, my cry would not come out, as if it was trapped inside my body. I specifically liked the steel roller coasters with several loops, for they would give me the sensation of being spun around like rotating car wheels. The wooden roller coasters are also very fun because they sway much more than the steel ones, bringing back good childhood memories of when my dad would push me on the swings.
What I enjoy the most about these captivating rides, and what makes me want to ride them again, is the thrill and excitement of having survived them. As I became older and gained more responsibilities and duties, going to theme parks became less frequent, but the excitement of riding roller coasters still intrigues and amuses me. Roller coaster rides are thrilling and exhilarating because of their speed, their hills, and their loops. Roller coaster rides are thrilling and exhilarating because of their speed.
I used to think these scream rides went much faster than they actually do, but they simply pick up speed very fast, giving the feeling and impression of zooming through the wind. The air will gush at my face, making me believe I’m in the middle of a storm, or hurricane, which makes my hair go all over the place, as if I had recently received a really horrible haircut. The air flowing also gives me the chills, tensing me up inside and making me unable to move, just like the last time I had to…