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| Holy Crap!!! 105 ft. straight up!!! |
After about thirty minutes with my heart in my throat, It was my turn I asked if it was safe and if something bad could happen, but the helper who was there to push me off to my death just smiled and said "go." Wells thanks a lot! like that helped. So I plopped down on my tube and said a nervous prayer as I was pushed into a tunnel to gain my speed so I wouldn't flip and break my neck. After almost spilling in the tunnel that dulled my senses by making me dizzier than a nerd who just ate a burrito and was sent on a crash course to Mars.
(Music to fill in the blanks...)
After a bit, I saw a light and realized were I was. At the end of the tunnel. Shooting up a steep slope. My feet touched the air as I almost fell over the edge. Then the worst part. Falling. As I began to descend faster than comfortable and one thought struck my mind. What if I flipped? I shook my head blocking that thought form my mind. So I tried to look at the positives to cool me down. Not working. So I waited until I felt the familiar rush of water and the splash of artificial waves...
SSSSSSSPLSHHHSHSHSHSH!!!!! There we are a rush of pride and accomplishment struck me. Yahoo! I made and returned without breaking my neck. And I feel that My courage was shown as soon as I was done with the ride. And hey, I ended up going three more times. :)

Hi Mike. I really enjoyed reading your blogpost. I thought you used a wide variety of descriptive vocabulary and created high suspense for the reader. For example, you turned a few seconds into a few minutes of high suspense. I probably would not have the courage to go onto that ride. I just have one constructive comment and that is that you could have written more about courage. You mentioned it just one time at the end and you could have elaborated more. Oh, and I loved the sound effects too.
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