You should know that I don't ride roller coasters. Ever. Well, at least not until this summer, when I decided to grit my teeth and get that rite of passage over with. I had already conquered one roller coaster that day, but in for a penny, in for a pound, right? This was the big one. It cost ten million dollars to construct and had the capacity to rotate through 900 people an hour. With one face-down vertical drop and two cork screws, the ride would last for one minute and forty-five seconds. Quick and painless, or so they said.
All jitters, I sat down next to the BFF and sincerely regretted ever getting in line. The nine-year-old girl on my other side heard me freak out. Her response was, "It's okay. My friends have all done it a ton and they said it's really fun and you don't even feel it." Not helping, little girl! You should also know that I don't scream very often, but I sure as heck did during the vertical plunge. About three-fourths of the way through, I accidentally opened my eyes. This shocked me so much that I blurted out, "Hey, my eyes are open!" I stepped out of the car with shaky legs and I had to confess that it was worth every terrifying second.
Behind-the-scenes Update: Today is my blogiversary! Back then, I had a very different vision for my blog, but I love what it's become. Thank you so much for reading, commenting, and being such a dear circle of friends to me. Here's to many more years of the same!