roller-coaster ride
I rode my first and last roller-coaster ride when I was 22. I was working at a summer camp and at the end of the week we took all the campers to Holiday World. There was a girl named Jenny that I had become friends with and she wanted me to go on a ride with her. I was happy for her to ask me so I agreed. She pointed to some colossus of a wooden roller coaster and my heart sort of sank. It was so crazy I screamed. I screamed while I was standing in line and Jenny laughed and said I would love it once we started to really go. While they buckled us up I was in a cold sweat. During the everlasting minute it took for the car to make it to the drop-off point my knuckles went white from gripping the safety bar. At the drop my fears vanished like leaves in late fall. Jenny shouted to me to raise my arms up and we plunged down a steep wooden ravine and I felt like I was free. After we came to a stop Jenny squeezed my hand and thanked me for riding with me. Her face was full of freckles and youthful joy.
