Aaron Moore

                 During the summer of 2009 when I was 8 years old my family and I went on a vacation to Florida for five days with two other families who were close friends of ours.  I remember it as such an exciting trip because it was my first airplane ride ever and the flight itself was an exciting adventure.  Looking down from the window of the airplane I remember it as such an exciting time.  The scenery was so beautiful and I felt like I was on top of the world.

             We planned to go to a theme park at Disney World every day.   When we got off the airplane we called a taxi cab to go to the nearest car rental where we rented a car for the next five days. We were off to find our hotel and start our adventure with friends.  As we drove around to find the hotel for what seemed like forever I could hardly hold my excitement.  Then finally I heard my dad say “it’s about time, kids we are here” it felt like Christmas morning,  We were the first family that made it there because we were the only ones who took a plane.  We settled in and got our stuff unloaded so we just relaxed for the rest of the day.

                  By the next morning all the other families had arrived and we were ready to go to SeaWorld. My sister and I were having a great time there and we played with sea animals in the water and rode rides.   Towards the end of the day at SeaWorld my parents wanted to ride a bigger rollercoaster and talked my sister and I into riding it together.  After a twenty minute wait we were finally able to go on the ride and all of a sudden my sister starts crying saying I don’t want to go the ride and was trying to get off.  The theme park guide person came down and said to my dad “sir you can’t make her go if she does not want to go.” So she waited at the bottom.   I started freaking out and of course my parents were already upset that my sister got off and had to wait on us to complete the ride. 

                  As the ride progressed so did my fears of this big ride. Throughout the ride it was moderate to no drops until about the last two minutes.  It was a ride that went through water so we got wet. Once we got to the drop you could see over the edge and it looked like I was on top of a mountain looking down. While I was going down a funny thing happened, I peed myself because I was so scared. So after that big drop there were other drops and loops. When the ride was over my parents enjoyed it but I had tears coming down my face.  As soon as the ride was over my dad and I went to the bathroom.  I had a lot to drink that day so he was shocked that I didn’t have to go. I replied to him no dad I don’t have to go I went on the ride.  I was wearing a bathing suit so I washed off on the water ride but I don’t think that my family had ever laughed that hard.

                    That ride ruined me with big rides for the rest of that trip and maybe the rest of my life.  My sister and I waited at the bottom of rides for the rest if the trip, but, we had fun doing other stuff.  My dad said “I’m never going on another trip where all we do is ride again.” But he said maybe sometime soon we will do it again.