The Ride

My legs shaking like Jell-O

Face white as snow during winter

Eyes frozen with fear

My friends excited and gleeful couldn’t notice my fright

The gate opens for us to board

I pull down my harness as far as it could go

my stomach filling with butterflies

Hands gripping on for dear life

Eyes shut

We slowly make our way up the lift hill

The endless ascension brings fear to my mind

I open my eyes for a spit second to see the enormous drop right in front of my eyes

I open my mouth to scream

Yet not a sound comes out

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