My stomach tightens as we reach the front of the line.
Almost at the point of shaking.
I slowly slide into the seat,
My dad coming from behind for my safety during the trip.
The bar lowers, the gate closes
We sit there for what seems like forever
Then a jolt! Here we go!
Turns and twists, drops and flips,
Frozen in my seat
I squeeze my dad’s hand even harder.
Every jolt makes my stomach flip.
Every drop makes my stomach rise to my throat.
The cart slows screeching to the end.
Out we go just to get back in line.
I had the time of my life
With the thrill of the rollercoaster.