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Roller Coaster Biography

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It was nighttime in the Kaiser Permanente hospital when I was born on 26th of February, 2000. My grandfather decided that I would be named Ian, because he thought it was a swell name to have. My mother, whose name is Lily, also works at Kaiser Permanente as a pharmacist. My father, whose name is Ike, is an aerospace engineer who works at a disclosed company. My sister, whose name is Irene, is a college student at University of California Berkeley who plans to become a medical student. At last, I am simply a high school student who plans to go to Stanford University. One of the most memorable moments of my childhood was on a somber night in the early days of my childhood. I could incoherently remember myself in the bathtub alone playing with …show more content…

My group was nearing the end of a chilly small hike in the Idyllwild trails, and it was then when I realized that we were approaching the Skycoaster. The Skycoaster was a very intimidating ride in which you would be pulled up 40 feet high and then swung like a pendulum at relatively fast speeds. What made the situation worse was that I absolutely hated roller-coasters. As we were approaching the Skycoaster, I witnessed another instructor from a different group on the Skycoaster; he was screaming his lungs out. At last, we arrived at the dreadful Skycoaster. My palms were sweating, my body temperature skyrocketed, and my stomach felt like butterflies were ramming from the inside-out. We had to assemble and wear a full-body harness that literally felt like a full-steel armor set from the medieval age. My instructor led our group to the Skycoaster several yards forward, and nearly everyone was ecstatic to go on the ride except for me and a few other kids. Somehow, my instructor noticed myanxiety, and decided to choose me as the first person to ride the Skycoaster. I had to choose now whether I really wanted to go or not. My mind was going haywire, one side of me told me that I should not go and that the frightening experience would scar me for life; the other side told me that I need to go or else the other kids would make fun of me. However, I succumbed to the peer pressure, and I realized that this experience is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I finally decided to ride the Skycoaster. I hooked on the rope, then I was suddenly yanked up 40 feet high in the air. I thought to myself, "There is no turning back now, so might as well get over it." Suddenly, I pulled the cord and my body swung at extremely fast speeds like a ragdoll. It was an addranealine rush for the first few swings, and after those swings, I regained my senses. At the end,

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