I’ll be honest. As a kid I was a scaredy cat. When it came to fight or flight my instinct was 100% flight.
Growing up, my primary exposure to anything resembling a roller coaster was the state fair that came through town every October. And most of the rides there scared me. The swings were too high. The Enterprise went upside down. The Ferris Wheel was just not happening. The craziest thing I would ride was the Tilt-O-Whirl. This made my dad sad. He wanted a roller coaster buddy and I was not it. And my younger brother wasn’t much better, or tall enough. Continue reading