The Screamer

“AAAAAAAHHHHH” I screamed as I was holding the bar intensely. “Make it stop......please”.

I dug my nails in to my dad, it was going so fast, too fast. My dad was gripping on to me so I didn’t fall out, he thought he was going to fly out of the 2 seater carts. A purple fuzz is all I sore, dizziness spinning through my head. I was scared, petrified, TERRIFIED .

Before I went on the ride I had a lot of candyfloss, I felt really sick, but thankfully I wasn’t. If I was sick my dad would get a face full of it that might make him sick (which would be even worse). Faster and faster it went, round and round and round, then, suddenly it lurched straight up, it felt like I was being launched, like you might see on Total Wipeout. I felt my dad grip me tighter, then it suddenly dropped. It felt like my stomach hit the top of my scull.

Eventually it slowed down, it eyes rolling around in their sockets. The ride stopped, I was paralyzed, I couldn’t move; when I got out of my trance, I got up but fell over. I could barely stand, my legs were still on the ride. I was still gripping on to my dad and whispered to him “I’m never doing that again”.



I turned my back to the Screamer and walked with my dad away from it. I thought back to myself “Now I know why they call it the Screamer!!!”