Personal Narrative: My First Refugee Ride
I was at Kings Island in the seventh grade wondering which ride i should ride next. I was in a group of three,Cooper Schenk, Joey fields, and I. We were walking around and we stumbled upon a ride called the Firehawk. It was pretty early in the morning and Kings Island had just opened, so there was barely any line. So we decided to get on the ride. When we got to the seats, I hopped in one, wondering what was going to happen to me when I got in a seat. The workers came to me, Joey, and Coopers seats and strapped us in. After they made sure I was secure and safe, they put a thumbs up signaling we were okay. Then the seats reclined so we can see the ground, (I thought it was to make it look like we were falling to the ground). I knew this was