I hate roller coasters. I've hated them since the time I was four, and hate them to this day when I'm sixteen. I hate the uncontrollable, terrifying airborne feeling. I love heights, just not at such a speed I feel like I'm about to be catapulted out of my seat onto the poor innocent civilians below. But now, standing on scorching pavement with the heat of the day pressing down upon me like a hand squashes a bug, I am looking at the twisted wooden track that is mounted above my head. As I stared, angrily, at the Satanic entertainment device in front of me, the voice of my friend could be heard.
"Ooh, let's go on that one!" She called enthusiastically.
If she had been been my friend of five years, I would have slapped her. "No." I said flatly as I walked away.
My arm was grabbed, and literally twisted into getting in the line. I was close to crying. I didn't let them fall, obviously, other wise I would look like the whimpy dork who was too terrified to get on a roller coaster. Okay, I am the whimpy dork who is too afraid to get on a roller coaster, but I was not admitting it. Time clutched me in its iron fist, and though the temperature was near 102 degrees, I was shaking with cold.
We got on the ride, and I was already visualizing the roller coaster breaking, the seat belt not working, my leg getting caught in a cord and being ripped off like that fourteen year old girl in Georgia.
"I hate you. I really do." I told my friend.
"I hate myself too." She replied.
I glared at her. " I don't hate you, really. But if these are my last words and you made me get on this freaking roller coaster then yes, I hate you."
"Fair enough."
It started. It started and tears were running down my face and I was clutching the bar in front of me to save my life. It was highly embarrassing, but when you think you're about to die it's a little hard not to cry. Little did I know that this roller coaster was literally the biggest, scariest ride on all the Six Flags. And amazingly, after three hours of shaking after the Titan, I did not entirely despise roller coasters anymore.
Hello Jets (and Jackalopes)!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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