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My first hypercoaster. I had been scared to death of most coasters until my Cedar Point trip. My friend somehow dragged me on the legendary Magnum. It was a big step for me. Before this one the biggest coaster I had been on was the American Eagle at Six Flags Great America. I stood in line with my friend. We seemed to be the only kids in the whole line. Everyone else was 18 year old boys with their girlfriends. I must have heard Funkytown about 10 times while waiting. When we sat down in the train I wanted to jump out. Instead my legs didnt work and my hands pulled the lap bar down. There was no turning back now. I felt like I was going to puke. We chinked up the lift hill very slowly. I figured out after the end of the ride that the lift hill is the scariest part. Finally we got to the top and I held my breath and my fingers were turning white from holding onto the lap bar so tightly. My friend put up his hands and we soared down. I felt massive airtime as we cleared the first hill. On the second hill I poked my head up and slowly put my hands in the air "WOOOOOHOOO!" I yelled as we desecnted down the second hill. From there I was all smiles. After going through all the tunnels I realized it was over. As soon as we got off the train I ran back to the line with my friend trailing behind me. I was the happiest man alive that day. I had finally conquered my fears.
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