It was September 2012, right after the summer was gone my brother and I went to the theme park in Louisiana. Although it is not the hugest theme park I’ve ever been it still looks exciting for us. There is a pool, water slides, roller coasters, and so many rides.
I love riding on roller coasters. I love getting a thrill out of speeding on them. So I asked him if he could ride on the roller coaster with me.
“Why!? It’s fun. Ride on it with me!”- I said.
Our debate like that continued for a couple minutes. I tried to make him to ride on it. Finally, he decided to do that! He looked scared. I looked excited. When we got on the top of the coaster, I closed my eyes. I was ready to go! I was ready to fell!
“Ohhhh my gooood!”- we screamed. We sounded like we were scared.
After the roller coaster finished moving, we looked at each other. We both looked like we were died.
“It was scary”-I said.
“Yes, it was”-he said.
We were glad not to throw up.