I really REALLY wish someone could do this to me. And while I’m sure roller coasters pass along that same thrill? They scare the shit out of me. I guess the truth is that I want to be a little girl again, being spun around by someone I trust. Because no roller coaster mimics THAT thrill.
When I was little, every year we went to Opryland with our extended family for a reunion. When I was finally tall enough to ride the Cannonball, the coaster that spun you UPSIDE-DOWN (we were easy to impress back then), I could not get enough of it. I would do it with my hands in the air and would do it proudly.
The daycare I went to ever summer took us to Dollywood once a week. I rode the – not quite as scary – roller coasters there as often as possible.
When I was old enough to end up at Six Flags for various youth functions? SCARY. CRAZY. COASTERS. All I wanted. Water parks? Water slides? YAWN.
Then…fast-forward several years. I ended up staying with E and Donnie at the Circus Circus in Vegas. We were going to ride the coasters there and I found out the hard way: I was suddenly too scared. I mean, I rode the small ones they had, but I did NOT enjoy them. It wasn’t like the thrill of yesteryear – it was pure panic. And it was not fun. We went to a water park a few days later and I couldn’t even make it up the stairs to the slides before I backed down. When we went to Disneyworld last year I rode the Rocking Roller Coaster, just because I promised Donnie I would since I had done it before. And then he convinced me to ride Space Mountain. That was all I would do and I hated both of them. Do you know who rode Tower of Terror? NIKKI. And she was FOUR. Did I? HELL TO THE BIG FAT NO.
What about you? Are you scared of roller coasters? Have you always been? Would you like to go hang out with me and eat pretzels if our family ever goes back to Disney World? It gets a little lonely being the only wuss in the family.