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The rails locked into place as if it was being locked onto my chest; it was now a part of me, quickly dispelling my thoughts of escape. I hold on to dear life. My ignorant young self was not prepared for what was about to happen next. It all happened in a flash; I was getting whip lashed on every turn, and every slope. My limp neck felt like it was paralyzed, my head recklessly banging on the rail. It was over.
Being afraid of roller coasters I knew that going to Six Flags Magic Mountain wouldn't be a perfect place to spend my day in California with some of my good friends
As we wait at the gates going through security I can hear screaming full grown adults as they drop off at the apex of the ride. I thought to myself, this is going to be the most terrifying day of my life.
It was early in the day, so there were no huge lines. Good for my friends knowing that they wanted to get on every single roller coaster before they get busy. But to me, that just meant less time to overcome my fears of roller coasters. I kept saying to myself that there's no way that I can fall off the cart to my death. I told my friends that I was terrified of roller coasters, they just laughed and said, "all you need to do is lean back so you don't flop around!" I thought of all the other times that I tried to go roller coasters. In fact, they were right. I would never lean back and I thought to myself, "Maybe that's why I despise roller coasters." But deep down inside, I was still terrified.
The first roller coaster that we went to was called "Colossus." The sign at the entrance looked joyful with color, but when I looked at the actual roller coaster, I just saw the huge drop off. Thinking about it just made my stomach turn. We moved further along the line, my friends were getting more and more excited. We finally get to the front of the line; unfortunately for me we were in the front of the line, and so of course my friends just absolutely had to pick the very front of the ride. I wasn't ready for this. My heart beats faster and faster, the railings locked in and I was officially on the ride, no way out now. The cart slowly goes forward inching towards my biggest fear. Coming as far as this, I knew I had to overcome my fears of roller coasters. Slower and slower we rose to the highest point. Time stood still for me at this point; I remembered what my friends told me about leaning back. I hold on the rails like a death grip I lean back as far as I can. We stop for a moment, looking down at all the rides and people, and before I knew it, the cart rolls down at a speed I've never felt nor gone before, turn after turn, hill after hill, leaning back bracing for every sharp turn, I could honestly say I was having the best day of my life.
The day gone by, with me almost riding every single roller coaster, I had no regrets coming to Six Flags. As I left Six Flags, I wanted to go on more roller coasters. At that point I knew I overcame my fear of roller coasters.
The rails locked into place as if it was being locked onto my chest; it was now a part of me, quickly dispelling my thoughts of escape. I hold on to dear life. My ignorant young self was not prepared for what was about to happen next. It all happened in a flash; I was getting whip lashed on every turn, and every slope. My limp neck felt like it was paralyzed, my head recklessly banging on the rail. It was over.
Being afraid of roller coasters I knew that going to Six Flags Magic Mountain wouldn't be a perfect place to spend my day in California with some of my good friends
As we wait at the gates going through security I can hear screaming full grown adults as they drop off at the apex of the ride. I thought to myself, this is going to be the most terrifying day of my life.
It was early in the day, so there were no huge lines. Good for my friends knowing that they wanted to get on every single roller coaster before they get busy. But to me, that just meant less time to overcome my fears of roller coasters. I kept saying to myself that there's no way that I can fall off the cart to my death. I told my friends that I was terrified of roller coasters, they just laughed and said, "all you need to do is lean back so you don't flop around!" I thought of all the other times that I tried to go roller coasters. In fact, they were right. I would never lean back and I thought to myself, "Maybe that's why I despise roller coasters." But deep down inside, I was still terrified.
The first roller coaster that we went to was called "Colossus." The sign at the entrance looked joyful with color, but when I looked at the actual roller coaster, I just saw the huge drop off. Thinking about it just made my stomach turn. We moved further along the line, my friends were getting more and more excited. We finally get to the front of the line; unfortunately for me we were in the front of the line, and so of course my friends just absolutely had to pick the very front of the ride. I wasn't ready for this. My heart beats faster and faster, the railings locked in and I was officially on the ride, no way out now. The cart slowly goes forward inching towards my biggest fear. Coming as far as this, I knew I had to overcome my fears of roller coasters. Slower and slower we rose to the highest point. Time stood still for me at this point; I remembered what my friends told me about leaning back. I hold on the rails like a death grip I lean back as far as I can. We stop for a moment, looking down at all the rides and people, and before I knew it, the cart rolls down at a speed I've never felt nor gone before, turn after turn, hill after hill, leaning back bracing for every sharp turn, I could honestly say I was having the best day of my life.
The day gone by, with me almost riding every single roller coaster, I had no regrets coming to Six Flags. As I left Six Flags, I wanted to go on more roller coasters. At that point I knew I overcame my fear of roller coasters.
