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Personal Narrative: Riding The Rollercoaster
The wind was blowing in my face, causing drool to fly out of mouth. I felt bad for the guy behind me. Was this what it was like to go 90 mph in mid air? This was my first time, being 16 years old and never been on a rollercoaster. I have always been afraid of roller coasters, hearing all the bad things about them, considering all the negative affects, and fearing I would fall off or get stuck. But today was a new day, going to Kings Dominion with my brother and best friend who were not taking no for an answer. All I could do is cry and beg for them to not force me to ride the Intimidator 305.But nothing worked because if my crying and begging did work, I would not be writing this right now. When I finally ride the roller coaster and got
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