When I was 10 I was at the Spree, a type of amusement park full of exotic rides and attractions. I and was about to face my fear, and ride the fireball. The Fireball is a massive ride where you go at least 200ft in the air, and come back down pushing back the skin on your face like you see astronauts faces when their in the spinning machine. Three people have died on this ride, but I was sure to ride it, and it would be a great feat for me. The day was June 27, 2005, and I was with my family. It was a scorching hot day in Michigan, at least 110 degrees Fahrenheit. We rode some other rides such as White Water which is a water roller coaster with a 100ft drop and a massive splash at the end. The Fireball was at the end of the amusement park hidden behind giant Weeping Willow trees. You could feel the intense breeze as it rushed down from the cloudless blue skies. At last we arrived at the Fireball. The sight of this ride made you feel tiny inside, but nevertheless I had to go on.
I went on with my older sister Jaclyn, she had been on the ride many times before, but I was always too scared… until now. I walked on to the metal platform that led to the ride. I felt a chill going down my spine as I was about to be seat on the cold, hard, plastic seats. I knew I was about to regret it, but I couldn’t let fear get to me. I remember a saying my grandma always say, “You only live once, so you better live it well.” At that moment that was exactly what I was doing. The carnival employee started the ride. The Fireball swung low to the ground at first, then higher and higher until it reached the sky. At that point I thought I was going to die, my short life flashed before me and I recalled all the memories that meant the most to me but... I didn’t. I survived! The ride came to a stop at the ground, and I got off, except I fell. I fell on the cheese grate like ground. Nothing happened to me at first, but as I walked back to my family my knee started bleed, a lot. All of the sudden I couldn't see. I cried in a panic and realized I cut my forehead, and the blood covered my eye.
My family was in a panic and so was I. My father picked me up and rushed me to the medical personnel.Father quickly handed me over to the medics, like a football. They stopped the blood, and cleaned my knee and the blood away from my eyes. I learned something that day, never again will I ride the Fireball.