First Roller Coaster

My First Roller Coaster
Imagine a little six year old girl 114 feet in the air anxiously anticipating a drop. I was that girl about to experience my first roller coaster ride. On a beautiful summer morning in   1996, I jumped out of bed, got dressed, and put on my tallest pair of tennis shoes. I was barely 48 inches tall and wanted to make sure I would have no problem getting on the coaster. I devoured my breakfast, just in case they went by weight. The Loch Ness Monster lie menacingly in wait to be the first roller coaster I would ever ride.
My sister, my brother, and I hopped in the back of the car, quickly putting on our seatbelts and heading off to Busch Gardens. The car ride felt like it would last for hours. I dozed off, and when I opened my eyes, we were there. We entered the park and headed straight for the Loch Ness Monster. I could hardly wait! I am the youngest, so I watched my entire family ride roller coasters without me many times. Now, I was finally getting to go with them. Even though we were some of the first guests in the park, a line had already formed. Everything up until this point was a blur because of the excitement. As we stood in line, I realized what I was about to do and got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Looking up at the coaster’s height and hearing people screaming terrified me. I thought about getting out of line, but I wanted to be brave like my sister and brother. I nervously stood in line and before long, my family and I were next.
The train of cars came clanking ominously back into the station, and I knew there was no turning back. I stood, trembling before the car that would host my first roller coaster ride. I crept towards the train when the gates opened. Once seated, my father helped fasten the safety equipment. I was scared, yet excited, at the same time. This was the moment I awaited all day, and I was about to know what riding a roller coaster was like. The park attendants checked our harnesses before giving the “all...