MY FIRST EVER LUGE RIDE
On a cold crisp morning me, my cousins and my uncle set off on our journey to Rotorua. It was in the holidays 2008 and I remember it like it was yesterday. My uncle had decided that he wanted to take us to the lodge to use some vouchers he had that nearly expired. I was so excited especially because I had never ever been there and actually hadn’t even heard of such a thing.
We eventually got there and I was half asleep and so bored from the trip. Then I saw a steep hill that made me terrified people all I could hear were people screaming. I told my uncle that never in a million years was I going down that hill. Then my uncle told me it was the intermediate one and you could only go on it accompanied by an adult.
We gave our tickets then we were next in the queue I was nervously shaking waiting for my turn to come. .The instructor yelled out “next lot please”. We went up he showed us how to go forward how to turn and brake.
As I was driving down I looked behind me and realised I my uncle and my three cousins were nowhere in sight. Then it got worse I saw 2 people crash. I safely but steadily kept on driving I got so used to the lonely atmosphere I started to day dream a little then all of a sudden CRASH! Wow I looked up and I was at the end I was so proud of myself being alone and making it to the end. I eventually found my uncle and my cousins at the end and told them about my journey.
We had a couple more turns and decided to head home talking about all the fun we had on our awesome day out.
