Incredible Ride

By Wyatt Driscoll

I just strapped in to the scariest ride at Great America, Invertigo. Butterflies were flying around my stomach. I was so dizzy before the ride even started. I was only seven but all my friends made me do it. Then they all ditched me and wouldn’t go on the ride. I waited in line for an hour, watching people throw up while they were on the ride and well they were getting off. It did scare me, but there was no turning back now, I had already strapped myself in. I watched as the yellow pieces of steel flew through the air, twisting and jerking the people’s helpless heads.

Then the death ride started. It jerked me around as it spun upward and then it felt like it almost selflessly fell and kept falling, twisting and turning in a downward spiral, much like how an airplane does when it’s crashing. Out of nowhere it jerked back upward and felt like I almost fell out. Then I looked down and saw that one of my straps had broken. Now it wasn’t a fight to just get through the ride, it was a fight to stay alive.

I started shouting,”Stop the ride!” In utter panic I kept shouting. Those were the longest two minutes of my life. It felt like I was on that ride forever. It went upside down three times as I tried to hang on, not trying to fall the one hundred feet from the top of the ride to the ground. Then it stopped and slowly pulled into the exit area. It was over and I trotted back to my friends to tell them all the details of the ride. That ride really symbolized the rest of my life: rollercoaster ride that just seemed would never stop.