Categories: swansea
Date: 24 February 2007 13:50:49
I've always hated roller coasters. Or anything that vaguely resembles a roller coaster. When I was little and my Grandparents were up staying once, we went to Alton Towers for the day. I don't remember much about the day, but I do remember (or have been reminded of enough) the rapids. It was decided that my Grandad, Dad, sister and I would all go on the rapids. The boats held 4 people each, but unfortunately our group was split in two - my Grandad and my sister went first, followed by my Dad and I. I basically screamed the *entire* way down. I was terrified. And my Dad was stuck with trying to calm me down. My sister and Grandad on the other hand, had a fantastic time.
I've not been much better since either. I've always avoided the really big rollercoasters, because the little ones are bad enough. In secondary school we had several trips to local adventure parks, and after finding the mini-kiddie rollercoaster horrible, I didn't go near the big ones. And nobody could persuade me otherwise.
Its the tension. The constant ups and downs. Having completely *no control* over where your body will be flung to next. The sickening feeling in your stomach as you approach a big drop. The anticipation. The sheer dread of what will happen next.
Of course, you're not the only one on the roller coaster. There are many others going through similiar ups and downs. And plenty of friends to support you through the down times and to rejoice with you in the up moments. You're certainly not alone.
I just want to get off this roller coaster. Now. Please.