Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Journal # 16- That one scary rollercoaster

When I was younger I used to live in Ensenada which is south of Tijuana, about 30 or 40 minutes (drive). Well it was that time of the year when they set up El Carnaval which is a huge fiesta type of thing where you go and dance, drink, hear music, pass my a thousand people and have a nice time. Well there is also a theme park that get set up near by and I can still remember the sound that yellow colored rollercoaster made. It was the second time I had seen one and maybe even rode one. Ill clarify I am not afraid of heights but when I get to the top I do get a bit scared. Well my mom and sisters wanted to go on the yellow rollercoaster and as you can guess I was soo afraid. I made myself hard to drag and my mom was getting annoyed. I ended up not riding the rollercoaster that time. But as I finished all the other smaller rides and games I always ended up infront of that coaster. So I asked my mom if we could ride it. She said " Que no le tienes MIEDO?" and for snizzle I was afraid but my curiosity was bigger so I got on the ride and as soon as it locked I told myself "Its OVER! I can't leave now".
What happened next was the best minute or 2 of my life. It was amazing, the drop and the quick turn I was having a blast. After I got off I wanted to go on it again and so we did. Moral of the story I learn that trying scary things may end up in a great experience.

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