If there was any memory I could bottle up and keep forever, it would be the firdt time I went to Six Flags. I was about 8 and my brother was about 6, but he was tall for his age, so he could ride most of the rides. We went with our parents and since it was the first time I had ever ridden a rollercoaster I was scared on just about all of them. The first ride we rods was American Thunder. Iremember riding it with my mom and screaming, "MOMMY!!" the entire time because I thought the ride was gonna break. I also remember riding Pandomonium. I was scared on that one because it was spinning so much and I couldnt see anything. Of course my dad was laughing at me for screaming and yelling again, but I seriously thought I was gonna die. It is safe to say that wasn't the funnest trip ever.
