Flying Kiwi.

I remember going on the flying kiwi.
Towering posts facing up to the atmosphere.
Hearing loud yelling of who was going first.
black ropes were everywhere.
shivering with excitement.
The sun hiding behind the clouds.
People screaming from all directions.
Looking and finding at the people below.
The feel of the cold wind in the sky.
The colours of the sky was beautiful.
I could feel my heart racing as if it was
about to explode.