My Memoirs Part II, I Got Soaked!

In this assignment we’re supposed to use humor, so I chose this story. Now I do not find this story in the least bit funny, but everyone else in my family does, so I’m going to tell it.
I was six years old, and we were in Florida visiting my grandmother. One of the days we were there, we decided to go to SeaWorld I had so much fun… until we reached the part of the park where the roller coasters are. Now, for any of you who don’t already know, I hate roller coasters, and I think this had something to do with it.
We walked up to the entrance of the ride. I remember there being a ticket man standing on a big white line. You were not allowed to cross that line unless you had a ticket and were planning to ride on the roller coaster. It was my turn to decide; my four older siblings were already on the other side of the line. All eyes were on me… finally I decided, and I stepped across the line.
I don’t remember anything about the walk up to the place where we boarded the cars. I do remember my oldest brother apparently mustering all his intellectual knowledge together and saying, “Come on, Jesse, let’s ride in the front. It’s not as bad up there.”… Now you have to remember I was only six years old; I didn’t know any better, so what did I do? I went to the front of the car and sat right next to my brother, not aware at all of the danger I was in.
The car began to move. Within a few seconds we were in a dark cave steadily going upwards. This was perhaps the scariest part, cause all along the walls were witches and demon type things that were moving mechanically, so that it seemed they were alive. All of a sudden a door opened up right in front of us, and the sunlight shone brightly again. Everything seemed fine… Then I felt the bottom drop out from underneath us, and we shot down probably forty feet straight into a pool of water! The water splashed right up into my face (so much for the front seat). Anyways, the ride was over, and I was terrified.
My family tried to comfort me, but it’s hard to comfort someone when you’re rolling on the ground laughing. I settled down after they bought me a t-shirt, and believe it or not, I eventually forgave them, but nothing has changed. Ten years later, I still hate roller coasters.