My favorite memory is when I rode the Screaming Eagle for the first time at Six Flags. I had butterflies in my stomach before I even got on the roller coaster. My dad helped me get buckled in and I barely heard the guy say the cart would begin to move as I heard a loud squeak of the ride. We began up the hill and my eyes were closed and I had such a tight grip on the lap bar that my knuckles turned white. We were towards the middle of the cart so I couldn't see in front of us. Then, we started rocketing down the first hill. I tried to scream but my voice wouldn't work. I laughed. My hair was streaming behind me and my dad let out a whoop of glee. I found my voice and did the same. I felt like a bird who just learned how to fly. It was exhilarating.When our ride was over my voice was gone and I turned to my dad, "let's do it again!"
