My mother, brother, and my friend arrived at Six Flags in Louisville at about ten O’clock in the morning. I could see people being scared out of their minds as they were twirled around on Change, a steel roller coaster. I didn't pay much attention for I was looking forward to those delicious concessions.
     Then, as I watched the riders I wondered why anyone would want to be strapped into a small cart and sent along steel rails at about eighty mile per hour?
     When we entered the park my friend, Curtis, said, “C’mon lets start your training with that coaster.”
     I looked to where he was pointing and saw a “kiddy” coaster.  It was red and had a few twists and turns, but not too bad.  Although it looked puny, after the ride was through I knew it was no “kiddy’ coaster.
     After riding many coasters, it was time for the big one.  Twisted Sisters is a wooden roller coaster, but in my eyes it was like a wooden volcano waiting to erupt and devour me and anyone else who dared get on.
     “I'm not so sure about this.”  I said as stepped in line for Twisted Sisters.
     As the attendant strapped me into the third seat from the front Curtis commented, “No turning back now!”
     I simply grinned and braced myself for the worst as the carts moved out of the station.  After exiting the station we turned left 360 degrees, bringing us up on the right side of the station.  This ride had officially begun and I couldn't get off no matter how bad I wanted to; and believe me, I wanted to.   I could see the tracks ahead of us; they were straight and level.
     “AHHHHH!” I screamed as we dropped straight down where the tracks were supposed to be level.  The wood rumbled and groaned, and I was screaming my lungs out.  My screams were futile for we kept falling down, but when I saw no hope of living through this terrifying drop, we swooped skyward.  It was then that I noticed the sweet smell of the pine that was used to build this tyrant.  I was not going to take anything for granted.  I can still smell the sweet fragrance of the pine when I remember that horrifying ride.
     After a series of ups and downs that almost took my lunch away from me, I saw an opening in the base of an over-passing track.  Right before we went through it, out came another set of carts!  These yellow vehicles were coming straight for us we turned to the right so sharply that my head snapped against the head-board on the left side of the seat, and Curtis’ hit my shoulder. I saw horror-stricken faces as they whizzed by me and away behind my own train.
     “AEIHHHYYYYY!” screamed the terrified victims of this monster.  “If I had known this was anything like this, I would have stayed at home on my couch.”  I thought to myself.
     The track took us back to the station after dropping under low tree branches that had grown out over it.  The tree branches weren’t near as scary as the drop or the encounter with the others.
     I stepped onto the solid wooden floor, which at that time was more precious to me than all the gold in the world; I had eyes bigger than dinner plates and knees weaker that tooth picks.  I had lived through my first ride, and I proved that I wasn't scared of any roller coaster; even if it is the biggest on I've ever rode.