Click, click, click. Fear, excitement, and fun. What thing provides all three of those at the same time? Click, click, click. Well I have known and lived through it multiple times. Sometimes they are lackluster in their aspects. Click, click, click. But every single one is different and unique in their own way. I have memories from a lot of them. Click, click, click. This is when I rode one that I had loved.

     I then made it to the top of the steep climb. I felt like I was on top of the world. The air was still for that moment. The view was like it was out of a book. I saw the blue, sparkling river. The green and lively forest. Everyone was silent for the exhilaration to come. The view was breathtaking for me. I loved every aspect of the river and the forest. I noticed we were still moving, so I put up my arms. Then, I dropped. Barreling down, body shaking, heart racing. I tried to sweat, but the wind blew the sweat off before it even escaped my pores. I forgot everything except for this.Then my head whipped to the left, then right. My arms were feeling heavy, but I prevailed. I continued to take jolts to the side and go under the ground once, until finally I slowed down. My adrenaline started dissipating, my heart slowed; I set my arms on my lap and calmed down. I waited until I could exit. When my cart pulled up to the exit, I lifted up my lap bar, and I exited the ride. I was so exhilarated I could be called a fly in a dump.

I walked down the steps with my family, and we all were exhausted from the fun. I continued to exclaim to ride it again. My brother’s face was pale like he saw a ghost. He didn’t like the speed with the amount of protection we got. My mother and father had a lot of fun, and they wanted to go again too. My brother protested about going up again, so for the goodness of my brother, my dad stayed behind. While he stayed behind my mother and I went to go and ride the coaster three more times. The darting up and down made me have so much fun that I didn’t want to stop. But after my third time going, my mom got a headache, so I went with my dad. My dad and I went up and down the coaster, seeing who could keep their arms up the longest. I was like a tree because of how sturdy I was while holding up my arms.

      It was getting later and later. The sun was dropping like a ball in space, slowly, but steadily. We all started to get tired. I said that we should ride one more ride, but my mom and dad both agreed that we should start to go back to the car. I reluctantly agreed to the proposal because I was getting tired, eyes drooped. When we got back to the car, I looked back at the rides, and I had longed to go back. But I knew that I couldn’t go back. I knew when my dad and my mom had made a decision, I could not break it. It was rock solid.

     While I left the amusement park I looked out the window. I saw all of the rides. How they moved perpetually, and the people riding them. I saw fun radiating out of the park. Limbs weakened, I was tired, but I was still exhilarated from all the fun I had on the rollercoaster. Living in the moment makes you have more fun.

-Jackson K.