IT GOES UPSIDE DOWN.
IT LOOPS AND EVERYTHING, TOO.
And I rode it! AND I DIDN'T DIE.
I'M A HERO.
I'M SUPERWOMAN.
I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!
One of my biggest fears has always been roller coasters.
No, scratch that - it's more like I've always been terrified of heights, but ya know heights and roller coasters kind of go hand in hand. No one in my family has ever been a die-hard thrill-seeker so we've never really done the whole 'amusement park thing.' Much to my chagrin, everyone I'm vacationing with here in Florida are die-hard thrill-seekers. So I'm sure you can imagine my moment of terror when I was quickly informed that I would be forced to ride said metal contraptions of death. I was not a happy camper.
BUT I DID IT ANYWAY.
Because I mean #SB2K14 and #YOLO and general teenage recklessness, right?
Actually, to be quite honest, I'm not even quite sure how they managed to get me on the death ride of fear in the first place.
They, all of them knowing of my fully rational fear, said they'd start me off easy on some Mummy ride. It wasn't too bad - it was inside, it was dark, I couldn't see where we were going, and it wasn't going at the speed of light. All in all, good for my first ride. However, they weren't about to let me stop after that one. Nope, next thing I knew, no matter how much I squirmed, I was in line for the Hollywood Rip Tide Rock'it which is that red and yellow monstrosity pictured above. The general premise of the ride is you sit down in the seat, they strap you down so you can't escape, then you use a little screen to the side of you to pick a song you want to listen to as you ride the ride (to your potential death. just kidding. but really.) So I, in my panicked state, picked the first song that I saw wanting to get the entire experience over with as quickly as possible which turned out to be something by ZZTop and was immediately mocked by Davis for my choice in musical accompaniment. Terror in my eyes (or so I assume), I quickly told him where he can shove it. But you know in a polite way, but still forceful enough to let him know I hated him for making me get on the darned roller coaster. In my defense, it is completely irresponsible for them to have you focus on some little screen off to the side, picking a song and making you avert your attention from the tracks when instead you should have your eyes squarely focused on what's in front of you making sure that you know, the wheels are going where they should, that there aren't any pieces missing from the track, etc. etc. All logical things a person should be doing as they are about to nose dive god knows how many feet from the air and plunge head first at potentially dangerous speeds.
But that's all details. So I closed my eyes, grabbed onto the seat for dear life, and hoped to god it would be over soon. As you can imagine I also got a lot of crap for closing my eyes during it - according to the expert 'roller coaster riders' it wasn't in true spirit and I wasn't doing it right. To that and them I say whatever. See, the worst part about it was the very beginning in which you literally go directly vertical up towards the sky, and then drop down at the speed of light right into the loop. That, my friends, sucked. But next thing I knew it was over, and I unclenched my hands and finally opened my eyes, and...it wasn't that bad. Granted my legs shook for a good five minutes afterwards but I was a champ because I did it.
So there. One fear, down.
Now that's not to say I enjoyed it immensely and I'm ready to ride all the roller coasters ever. Cause that sure isn't happening haha. But it was definitely an experience I wanted to have, so I took action (or more like half I took action, half action was taken for me because I doubt I could have made myself get on it) and I can know check 'riding a roller coaster' off my bucket list.
'What a champ,' she says to herself, giving herself a pat on the back, 'you go, girl!'
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