“Wow, I can’t believe I’m here!” I said staring at the big castle.
When we first walked into the park, the smell of popcorn filled my nose. Streams of people were walking around. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw it. Space Mountain! It was gigantic, larger than any building back home in my town! The line spilled way out the door. I made my way to the end and tried to be patient, but couldn’t help fidgeting with my uncontrollable excitement.
The line crept along at a snail’s pace, waves of smiling people passing us as they dribbled out of the mountain’s mouth.
“Could you believe how fast the coaster took those curves?” a father asked his son, as they passed us by.
After a 45 minute wait, we finally made it to the front of the line. There, right in front of me was the famous Space Mountain roller coaster. My dad and I had just gotten strapped into the very front seat, when, without warning, the massive machine tugged forward into pure blackness.
In dead silence, the roller coaster inched its way up the first hill. Slowly, slowly, slowly we climbed the hill. It felt as if we’d never reach the top, until the bottom dropped out. Screams rang out as we fell faster and faster through the blackness. No one screamed louder than me, my heart pounding and my fingers turning white as I grasped the safety bar with all my strength. As we jerked to the left, I landed on my dad. As we jerked to the right, he crashed into me.
In three minutes, it was all over. I was dizzy as we exited, passing a line that had now doubled in size. At the end of the line, staring up at the mountain, was a boy about my age.
“Don’t worry,” I said to him, “it’s well worth the wait!”