Descriptive Essay

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A Descriptive Essay

Anticipation grows consistent with every step I take along the gritty concrete labyrinth. Beneath a blazing sun, the smell of baked asphalt, sugary cola, and pretzel surround me. I follow the unpainted, gray chain fence that leads me forward. Overhead the deafening whirl of metal and screams briefly fill the hot air. The consistent drone of greasy motors and hissing pneumatics engage my curiosity. My heart rushes like a child on Christmas morning about to receive a favorite toy. Gone is the trepidation felt at the ticket stand. Trying to see through the myriad of people, my novice eyes grasp the breadth of what I am about to do. My mind is absorbed by its brutish presence; encompassed by its enchanting disposition. Like a metallic sea serpent from a Jules Verne novel, it sprawls upon the earth. A paradox of reality and science fiction fills my consciousness as I move forward in single file. Oiled wheels and glistening machinery heaves and breaths like a living dragon before my youthful eyes. My senses reel before the whooshes of compressed air and clanking of metal upon metal. The heavy air reeks of sweat and old bubble gum. I hesitantly persuade my lower appendages to keep pace with the masses. I am bumped, jostled, and pushed by humanity as if we were cattle being led to slaughter. Excitement grows upon the restless horde contending for position in this frenzied arena. I notice my tight grip on the paint-chipped metal that keeps me safe from certain death--or is it certain joy, I ask myself. A clamoring screech that overwhelms my thought process has come to rest before me. It is time to contend not with the demon that lies before me, but the demon within called fear.

Before I know it, the leathery shoulder harness has been tightened as if I am being prepared to hurl through the sky in a fighter jet. A man yanks and jerks my belt to the point I can hardly breathe. My confinement within this dreadnought is complete. I...
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