Personal Narrative: The First Time I Rode “The Zipper”

After our wrists were badged with all access to any ride in the fair we pranced down the rickety wooden stairs. They groaned at us in protest after every step we took. Once we both touched the ground, we looked at each other, sharing a mischievous gleam in our eyes, today was going to be great.
As we curved around the shack of registration I felt a small breeze on my sunscreen-soaked skin, which was so thick, it felt like a translucent armor enraptured my exposed flesh. I felt a small tingle of heat radiated off of the burning ball of hydrogen in the sky. The screams of pre-pubescent do-gooders and adolescent-hoodlums emanated in the atmosphere along with a constant hum of side conversations. …show more content…
"That’s great Kara, I'm really happy for you," I gave a fake smile to reassure my sincerity to the subject I didn’t care for.
Kara babbled on a little more, exclaiming how great he was and how, for the millionth time she " thinks he's the one" but what caught my attention was a sudden, and sharp inhalation of air that originated from Kara's mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Trinity, it's The Zipper!" she exclaimed. Then she turned to me in a rapid motion and grabbed my arm with great force for such a small body and jumped up and down. She pleaded “Can we go on it? Please, please. Pleeaasseee?” her shrill voice rang in my eardrums as the dread started flowing through my veins like fresh thick blood.
My mind started to l cloud over and I slowly nodded as she dragged me to the diminutive line. Fear graced my body and left a trail of goosebumps. Once I heard the moans, groans, and hisses of the mechanical beast, I looked up and saw the ride flung kids into the air as if it were throwing a temper tantrum. However, I needed to woman up and ride it for Kara’s sake. It’s not so bad, I thought to myself. I’ll just get strapped in and it’ll be over before I know it. It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be …show more content…
After what seemed like hours we made it up to the front of the line. My head felt like it was being strangled from the headache I was having. My hands grew clammy as the carnie opened the rusted gate and Kara skipped to our potential coffin.
I sat into the cracked leather seat and sucked in so the bar clicked for our security, then, I waited, toes tapping from anxiousness for the ride to start. My nose scrunching, I inhale the rank atmosphere, the cage smelled of metal and vomit.
Abruptly I heard the whining and whirring of a motor as I was hoisted up into the air. Kara excitedly whooped with joy and kicked her feet light-heartedly. However I shut my eyes and scrunched into a ball, clenching and curling everything I could to keep my grip on the bar.
Once every cage was full, the horror started, my head was pounding and my knuckles had turned white. I was going to die. The frequent pulse in my head quieted down partially after I pried my clenched fists looser from the duct taped security bar, I could feel the pressure inside my chest expand and I screamed in