Personal Narrative-Rollercoasters

The sweltering hot sun beats down my back as I took my first few timid steps. A clear mist forms on my head but the gentle cool breeze caresses my face and relieves the heat.
Screams echo throughout the park and could be heard from every direction. Rollercoasters could be seen for miles and the height of it viciously cuts through the clouds. Children are seen running around while their parents tirelessly chase them. Many people are walking around chattering aimlessly of their excitement for the day. The smell of hotdogs and nachos whiffs into my nostrils. Realizing that I had forgotten to eaten breakfast that morning, my stomach grumbles in protest. My mouth waters at the thought of food and an ice cold drink to quench my thirst.
As I turned