Six Flags Magic Mountain
This was a day that a few of my best friends have been waiting for quite sometime. The day that they successfully got me to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain. For as long as I can remember, I have said that I hate roller coasters. Why? I am not quite sure. Growing up, there were rides I would refuse to go on including roller coasters or high intense rides at theme parks like Disneyland. I never was a person that searched for thrills. I get my thrills in other ways like in public speaking. My best friend, Scotty, is an adrenaline junky. He enjoys thrills, and roller coasters has been one of his favorite thrill seeking things since childhood. Ever since I first met him in 2003, he has tried to get me to go to Magic Mountain with him. After ten years, I finally gave in. Not quite sure what made me finally agree to going, but I figure it was one of those moments when you just say fuck it, ill do it. Scotty had created a plan for me to ride roller coasters from the least inte