Click-clack-Click-clack the roller coaster went down, around, and upside down thump- Dee-dump my heart beat in the same horrific rhythm as the roller coaster continued its horrible speeding debut. Before this horrible part of the day had entered my life I had been having a great time collecting candy at the little Great America tents, now I was collecting panic and fear at hell’s gate. “Why did I have to come?” I thought, ‘‘I was a 9 year old afraid of roller coasters how stupid.’’ As I was complaining to myself I realized I had one more chance to break for it before my mom could grab me “creeeeeeaaaaaak” Hells rusty gates opened and I was thrust in by the devil himself (herself). I slowly climbed into the slick shiny seat and waited for Deaths chariot to begin its debut. The roller coaster shot forward with such force somewhere between these lines I tweaked my neck which made the ride worse than it really was, when the ride finished I realized it was awesome and I would do it again if I hadn’t tweaked my neck.
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