The Flying Eagle

The Flying Eagle

I was jumping like crazy. I couldn’t believe my luck. I got to go on a roller coaster! “What was it called again?” I asked. “The Flying Eagle,” Dad said.

by L.H. (3rd Grade)

When I was five, me and my family went to Denmark. We stayed in a hotel and then we went to Legoland! Then we waited in line. “I can’t wait!” I yelled. “You’re going to like it,” my brother told me calmly. I was jumping like crazy. I couldn’t believe my luck. I got to go on a roller coaster! “What was it called again?” I asked. “The Flying Eagle,” Dad said.

We got on and I sat in the very front with my sister. At first, it was very boring. We were just going up. A HILL! “Wheeeee!! We’re going down!” I shouted! My sister didn’t say anything. She just screamed. We went up and down, right and left, back and forth. Then it slowed down to a stop. But before we could get off, it shot off and did the whole thing again! Then we really got off. “Now that was splendiferous,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I want to do it again!” And we did—12 times! We went as fast as the wind and never looked back!

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