Space Race Ride

by Elsie aged 12

5,4,3,2…
The room goes black,
Faster and faster I go round,
Sitting next to my friend,
Flashes and colours fill the place,
Over waves, faster…
Flicker… Flicker…
I can hear screams,
I can hear laughter,
Faster…
Faster we go round and round,
Pitch black…
Can’t see…
The force pushes my face back,
Faster… faster
What a thriller ride!

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