Year of the Dragon

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.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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