The Roller Coaster

I had always been afraid of roller coasters, I never liked them. In fact, I completely and utterly loathed them. I didn't know why I loathed them so much. I didn't know whether it was because because of how fast they went, or because I was afraid of falling. Maybe because I was afraid that someone was going to puke all over me. Yuck, I think to myself.
I wait in line, patiencely, figgeting with a crumpled up piece of paper. Another step forward, another step closer to the thing I have feared all my life, a roller coaster. I quietly whimper, for I wasn't only scared, I was morrifed.
People told me it was going to be OK, and that I need to get over this phobia. I agree and step into the black and red car.
"Buckle up and hold on tight", the attedant says. I obey, and do as he said. I close my eyes. The ride begins.
Higher and higher we went. I look over to see that we were over water. Oh great, I think..
Suddenly, without any notice, we take a sudden drop. I close my eyes and try to keep them close, but my attempt fails.
After about 2 seconds, I notice something odd. That the trees, surrounding the amusement park, were upside down. Then I realize, I'm upside down, twice.
Then the ride closes to a halt. I buckle and get out, quick. I go outside. My friends that stayed behind rush up to me asking, "Are you ok?" I look up to them and smile.
"One more time?"