The Roller Coaster Ride-Personal Narrative
As my skin begins to crisp and blister, my water bottle in desperate need of a refill, I look up to the blinding, hot, Australian sun, and sigh. We have only been at MovieWorld for thirty minutes and I am already as red as a lobster and its only 9:30am.
I grab hold of the sticky green railings that could be leading me to my certain death. The screams coming from the ride are unsettling but I continue to walk towards the coaster still. A safety message plays in the background that over every other noise in the park I can only hear faintly.
I grab hold of the sticky green railings that could be leading me to my certain death. The screams coming from the ride are unsettling but I continue to walk towards the coaster still. A safety message plays in the background that over every other noise in the park I can only hear faintly.