When I first rode on Space

MountainTairyu Hirayama

I am not good at trying new things. In fact I am kind of chicken. Flapping wings the whole bit.

When my family went to Los Angeles for summer vacation, the first thing we did was go to Disney Land. I told my mom clearly that I did NOT like roller coasters. My mom kept on saying, “Be a man!” which never means the same as “okay.”I began to get worried. Shivers went down my spine as I thought of crashing roller coasters, bursting into tiny pieces and twisted wreckage.

Trying to avoid the coaster thing. I went shopping for Disney character goods. The only thing I rode on was the tea cup thingies because they looked gentle and cute. Also I rode on these small cars which was pretty boring…..my shoulders drooped…..my chin was on my chest…. it stopped every five seconds. After that my mom bought me unnecessary things like random key chains and pencils which I lost the next day.

I was doing pretty well at making mom not insist for me to ride roller coasters, but mom and my sister liked roller coasters. They said we had to go to this ride called “Space Mountain” and I said, “NO WAY!” I didn’t know what a Space Mountain was but it sounded scary. I started running to a Micky Mouse shop but mom’s arm was too fast.

She dragged me up the building of the “Space Mountain” When I entered the building I smelled my fright... So far I did not like this. We walked through this hall way and the next thing I knew was that I was on this roller coaster. There was a big tunnel right in front of us and it was so dark that I couldn’t see anything a head.

The machine started to move slowly, heading to the tunnel. I closed my eyes and then when I opened my eyes again I was in this place that was full of stars. Just stars. For a moment I felt at peace. I forgot that I was on a roller coaster… But, that wasn’t for long. Suddenly the angle of the roller coaster changed and before I knew it, it was heading down and down. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. I felt death coming. The coaster twirled as I prayed for my life and said thanks to my parents and everything for taking care of me. The ride went on forever. My life was coming to an end…

When the ride was over, I felt sick and my sister was crying but was saying, “I want to go AGAIN!!” She said that probably to annoy me. After that we saw our picture while the ride. My mom was looking all happy and was waving her arms and my sister was too small so she was kind of not there on the picture. And I looked like a mental person who has to go to the bathroom.

We got out of the building and ate some ice cream. My mom was chilling while I was still gasping for breath. I was glad that I was safe and I

came out alive. That was my first big roller coaster experience and it was not cool.