By: Jaime Marie
Ten years old and finally tall enough for the grown-up roller coasters, my friends and I headed to the amusement park. We found ourselves at “Serial Thriller,” a ride with seven full circle loops and lightning fast speeds. Waiting in the seat with my feet dangling in the air, my heart beat started to accelerate. Butterflies maniacally danced in my stomach and my mind raced with “what if” questions as I imagined everything that could go wrong.
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