A Roller Coaster Ride

The roller coaster is inside of a cave. All around is darkness, like night. The cart we are sitting in begins to move. It is too late to turn back. The cart's bottom scrapes against the tracks. Screeeeech. My heart begins to beat faster and faster. The candy apple red cart begins to move at a steady pace. Splash, splash. The water below the tracks begins to splash against the pitch blackness of the cave walls. A musty smell fills the air, almost like we are out to sea in a ship from Columbus's time. I can taste the ocean in my mouth. I begin to feel sick. Maybe riding the roller coaster wasn't the best idea. The cart begins to move faster. Chug, chug, chug. We are out of the cave, into the blinding sunlight. Oh, fresh air. We being to move upwards. I see a long trail of tracks. I look over the cart, and I remember. I am afraid of heights. Deathly. Afraid of heights. I close my eyes. The cart stops for a second. I calm down. Suddenly, a gush of ice cold air blows onto my face. AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! All around me, people are screaming. My heart is close to exploding. The cart is crying out for help, the friction is so strong. I truly believe I am going to die. Please don't let me die; I'm too young, I silently pray to myself. The wind stops blowing. I open my eyes. It's over. I am alive. I congratulate my self and take a few calming breaths. Inhale, exhale. I turn to look at my companion.
"Let's go again."