So, my oldest brings home a note from school asking for chaperones for the school field trip to a popular amusement park and says, "Mom, you have to go. The other chaperones won't go on the rides with us!"
This is supposed to convince me to spend a day roller coasting with a bunch of soon to be eighth graders?
I brought Little P, the mad amusement park rider. He is terrified of nothing!
Turns out, the older P picked this year to conquer his fear of scary rides as well.
They, and two other boys in my group, spent the entire day getting on and off roller coasters, one after another.
I did not have to ride. I got to sit, relax, smile, and wave...............until.... no one would go on the dreaded Sasquatch with Little P.......except yours truly.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not chicken, I'm just at the age where I have to be in the right frame of mind to get bounced all over the freakin place and have my brains scrambled.
Thus, we ventured to a hell like no other. It went up 19 stories, and was quite picturesque, until the bottom dropped out and then it was a lot like those run away elevator dreams we all have every once in a while.
Up, doooooooooooooooooooown, uuuuuuuuuuup, dooooooooooooowwwwwwwwnn, up, doooown.
Believe it or not, I made the mistake of riding the other version, which I like to call the sister of the hell like no other. It shoots up like a rocket, only to bounce back up and down like a turbo yo yo.....but hey, it's not really that bad................, unless you hate heights.
