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Darius Evans Memoir When I was very little I had went to church with my aunt. Why’ll I was there one of my friends tolled me that the church was taking us to kings island. I got very happy even though I didn’t know Kings Island was. When I got home my mom told me she was going to be a chaperon. Then I was very happy because I knew she was going to keep me safe. Then the next Sunday we had to stay after church to talk about the trip. That’s when the pester told me about all the scary rides. Then a began to get regrets. What made things worse was that all the kids where talking about how fast and high the rides where witch made them sound very scary. Then my mom told me its going to be fun so I trusted her and I felt better. Then the day came and my heart was beating like bass. Then everyone got on to the buss. On the bus my friends where telling me funny jokes so I almost forgot about where I was going. Then I looked out the window and I seen some of the biggest rides I have ever seen in my life. When I walked through the front gates all I could think was wow because things looked so good. Then my mom told me we where going to start off easy so we rode a little water ride. Then she wonted me to get on the drop zone and I thought she was kidding. Then she asked me to ride this ride where I couldn’t see the inside so I agreed. When I went inside I only seen seats. So I sat down and I was locked in. Then the seats began going back and farward. Then we began doing 360s and I could do was laugh even though I was in to tight. There where also cool looking flames. Then the ride came to I slow end. When I got off I asked "can we ride again and she told me "its time to go". At first I was mad at her then I began to get mad at myself because I told her no to all the fun rides. Then I found my friends and bragged about the two rides I rode. Now I just can’t wait to the next time.