It was her favourite roller coaster ride.
It was smaller than she remembered, but then she was smaller too. Eight years old, and the first real roller coaster she went on. With her dad, she wasn’t scared. It didn’t matter it was twenty feet high, or that the screams from other riders would normally make others run in the opposite direction.
She was with her dad, and nothing, not even a dragon roller coaster would scare her. Besides, it looked friendly with its plastic, black eyes. Besides, as her father told her, she was born in the year of the dragon.
A fearsome, strong person, afraid of nothing.
Writer Ravenclaw 