Professor Michael Brown
Cedar Creek Mine Ride
I have never quite understood the adrenaline rush others receive from riding a roller coaster. I have always wondered what would be attractive about being flung through the air like a rocket launching into the atmosphere. Who created these thrill rides knowing that someday riders would experience the feeling of excitement running through their veins, like water through a faucet? The thing that I find funny about roller coasters is that they do not give me the rush of excitement that they give to others. There is only one feeling that runs through my body when I think of roller coasters: fear. I was 13 years old when I rode my first and last roller coaster. As I walked into Cedar point amusement park, I could not help but be intimidated. Suddenly I was surrounded by frighteningly humungous objects that seemed to have trapped their occupants like flies caught in a spider’s web. Deafening screams rang through the thick summer air and my heart began to pound like the beat of a bass drum. The place was filled with ordinary, everyday people who seemed to enjoy the idea of waiting in an endless line for hours for only 30 seconds of supposed pleasure. As I watched all that was unfolding around me, the only thought that ran through my mind was: I have to get out of here. My friends would not let me escape so easily. They insisted that I ride one of the oldest roller coasters in the park, Cedar Creek Mine Ride. Peer pressure is a mother, because within seconds I was whisked into what seemed like an assembly line of people waiting to meet their maker. With the scorching sun beating down on my skin, I waited my turn. I do not know if it was due to my fear, but the line I was in seemed to move more rapidly than all the other lines around me. As I inched closer and closer to my doom, I finally caught a glimpse of what I was about to ride. Staring...