Hello World Part 1 (100 Day Photo Challenge!)

Day 55: A Day You Remember Really Well (Or Sort of Well) ;)

I was really little when this happened but I still remember the day.  I'm not clear on everything.  Look at picture 1.  Look at that slide!  Look at my face (picture 2)!!!  I'm convinced that this is where my fear of roller coasters began.

I remember this day.  The emotion I remember feeling is excitement.  I don't remember if I was scared, I actually don't know if I was really excited, but I think I was.  I can't remember how I felt as I climbed the stairs to get to the top of the slide.  I don't remember what I was thinking when I reached the bottom.  I do remember that the slide was the biggest slide I had ever seen!  And I do remember that going down made my stomach feel strange.

Like I said before, I am convinced this is where my fear of roller coasters began.  Now look at picture 3.  That is me and my dad (again) on a roller coaster a few years ago.  Look at my face, look at that expression, do you see the terror!  I don't even know why I let my dad take those pictures.  I don't even know why I went on that roller coaster.

I remember this day very well.  My family and I went to a local amusement park (I think that's what they are called?) Both of us (my dad and I) hung out the whole day while my mom and two sisters went their own ways and tried probably every roller coaster in the park.  My dad and I aren't roller coaster type people.  

We went on the water rides, we walked around, we went into the haunted houses (even though they were for kids), and we baked in the sun.  I think towards the end (when the sun had fried my brain so I couldn't think straight) we decided to ride the dreaded white wooden roller coaster!  Let me say that again...the DREADED white wooden roller coaster!!!  I seriously think the thing could fall apart at any moment.  

As we got on the ride my dad pulled out the camera.  He snapped pictures all along the way.  All I can say is that it was the most horrible ride ever!  I do not like the feeling of going down a hill...I don't like that feeling in my stomach (you know what I'm talking about  if you've experienced it).  There is something about falling at high speeds on a rickety roller coaster that I just don't like.

I am determined to make that the last roller coaster I ever ride.  EVER ride!  It's my goal never to set foot in a roller coaster for as long as I live.

I want to point out one more thing.  Notice that both times I am with my dad.   And please pay special attention to the look on his face...he seems to be enjoying it.