Coney Island Fair

I must have been around seventeen years old when I went to the Coney Island Fair, not for the tasty hot dogs and burgers cooked on coal but for the thrilling ride on the Cyclone Roller Coaster! I put on a brave face, but wind and speed made me feel horrible, I wanted to scream and yell, " Stop...this is hell! " And embarrassed, I kept on riding it turning pale and unable to breath...I was surprised how others looked bold! It should have been lots of fun, but it didn't make me laugh; I vowed to myself to never ride it again... some kids told me that they were afraid too and choose to surf as the tides rolled in and promised much fun!