Roller Coaster Experience

When I was younger, I've always wanted to go on a roller coaster. They've always fascinated me. The first day I stepped out into the amusement, staring up at the roller coaster, I knew my little childhood dream was coming true. I stepped forward nervously as I approached the roller coaster. The giant monsterlike structure stood there, tall and magnificent. Colorful pictures were painted on the surfaces. The lights from the wooden roller coaster lit up the darkening evening sky. All around there were kids laughing and squealing while screams rang out from the Scrambler. I watched as the roller coaster came speeding toward us, slowly descending its speed as it approached. As I stepped in, I could feel the soft leather floor. The cushion sunk as soon I sat down, leaning back. The breeze brushed across my cheeek, mixed with sand and the strong smell of earth. I felt like a new born baby, ready to experience something new, something as wistful. My eyes were the street lights that glowed as the roller coaster began to catch its speed. The sudden acceleration caused me to lean forward, pressing against the seat in front. Elevating steadily, the roller coaster led me and every other person on the ride, heading up toward the sky, the darkening clouds. An ocean of orange dyed across the sky, creating a sky so bright. I could feel the tensions inside me build me uneasily as I swallowed hard. I looked down at the buildings, now like legos. Like a bird flapping its wings, I shot both my hands up high, getting ready for the descend. Magically, my hands stayed up. The speed made it impossible to pull it down. Though, however, that wasn't all I had to worry about. I could feel my hair being pulled on the opposite direction, forcing its way back. A second flew by. Two seconds flew by. Three seconds. It was over. The roller coaster slowly descended, approaching the side, once again. I stepped out, stoned.