A teenager writes about her biggest fear: riding the rides at any fair or amusement park.
I think my favorite time of year is winter.
That way, I don't have to worry about things like fairs or carnivals. Just the thought of them makes me ill.
You see, I have a morbid fear of rides. I am not like most teenagers: most teenagers would ride any ride there--and the higher/faster/scarier, the better. As for me, nooooooooo thank you! They can have those gut-busting scream inducers!!
I think it is because of my stupid little brother. Daniel. He's fifteen. (I just turned seventeen.) Last year we'd gone to the Louisiana State Fair, and he suckered me onto this ride called "Top Spin".
If you don't know what that is, let me enlighten you. (Pray I don't get sick while doing this; just thinking about it is enough to get my stomach into knots!) Well, it's this row of seats suspended between two arms, and there's belts and stuff to hold you in. Well, the thing starts out innocently enough, but then when you least expect it, it starts doing the flippy thing--and I mean flippy!!
I am not just talking two or three flips at a time--it's more like fifteen--or higher! It's no wonder so many people stagger off upon exiting--that, or get sick as a dog, puke their guts out for everyone to see! It's nasty!!
I did not enjoy my experience on "Top Spin", as you can imagine. Of course, my stupid brother found it hilarious to watch me staggering drunkenly around as I tried to get my brain and stomach back where they belonged--and as soon as the scene in front of me stopped spinning.
It was several hours later before my eyes stopped jiggling.
He found it funny--he laughed at me--, but I was ready to kill him, ring his lilly-livered, scrawny turkey neck!! Jeez, thanks for the support, Daniel!! You're all heart!! My life flahes before my eyes, and the worm laughs at me!!
Ever since then, I can't do rides. Even roller coasters make me sick. They have made some scary ones--it's like riding the Top Spin--with hills!!
Some of those bad boys are hundreds of feet tall--like in Ohio, for instance, like at Cedar Point: they have two roller coasters that pass the two hundred mark easily (the Magnum and the Millennium Force; that one, I believe, is three hundred feet high!). And the speeds: 90 mph, even 120 mph?? INSANITY, nothin' but pure inSANity!!
Now, my brother wants to go there to ride those coasters, but as for me, I'll be hiding in the souvenir shops--anything to prevent me from looking at those damn-fool rides!! Just hearing the screams from the riders is enough to cause me to break out into a cold sweat and get my stomach to doing a wild Cajun two-step!!
I sometimes wonder if I'm crazy.....crazy to have a fear like this! People just don't understand...
~Written by Hannah Marie Therese Thibodeaux, aged 17 (Breaux Bridge, Louisiana).
Hmmmmmmm. Sounds...familiar. We, at the county fair; we, watching the rides; ME, buying tickets to one that appealed to us; YOU abandoning ship, with ME having no idea. "Where'd ya go?" "I'm going to watch and see if you survive the ride." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'd come off the ride, all staggerfeeted. You: "Nope." LOL Or the Twister: you and your brainy idea to cuss out the ride operator. Got the ride of our lives, and then YOU have to pass out! NICE. Still like rollercoasters, but anything that turns/spins/flips...like your character, want my feet and stomach where they belong: on the ground and inside my body!! LOL
Well done, Karen, enjoyed this one. Thanks...I think...for the memories. You were MEAN! LOL
He found it funny--he laughed at me--, but I was ready to kill him, ring his lilly-livered, scrawny turkey neck!! Jeez, thanks for the support, Daniel!! You're all heart!! My life flahes before my eyes, and the worm laughs at me!!
