Sasha

Dad and I were in the line waiting to get told which gate to go to. I was shaking and dreading getting on because my legs felt like jelly and l could see people walking of with pure white faces like a vampire and I was nervous. Gate One opened we walked to the first row. Two men came round and put on our sweaty seat belts and fastened them. All of a sudden the automatic harnesses dropped with a bang. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Then they came around again to do a final check. Just out the corner of my eye I saw the operator counting down from five. “It’s time to go,” she said in a kind and peaceful voice. You could hear the rusty, old tracks dropping down with a groaning sound. Here we go up to the top of the steep hill. Sit back and relax. Golly!!. From the top the people looked like ants scurrying around. I could see the drop. It looked like we were going to bang our poor heads. And then all of a sudden we dropped. I had never screamed like that in my whole entire life. I sounded like a old dusty train horn. I felt like I was going to die. With everyone else screaming there was no chance of hearing my screams of terror being heard. Finally we were half way down now. It was a shock when the carriage went and tipped us upside down and around. It was “hang on for your life” time. My body was shaking and I felt sick. Finally we were back at the start. My heart was beating me a really strange and hectic song. As we walked back down the walk way Dad said “Do you wanna go again?” “Yeah, it was awesome!” I said.