My first ride on a roller coaster.
Every summer when I was a kid, we’d make several trips to a beach and amusement park, and I’d be fascinated by the roller coaster, with its slow, suspenseful climb and big drop, its speed, its whiplash turns, and its dramatic splashdown.
By the time I was this tall and could ride, I was too scared. I still looked at it from the perspective of a little kid.
Finally, in my twenties, I went back with a boyfriend and his buddy, and we rode it three across. In the middle, I was nicely cushioned. It was a thrill, and I loved it and insisted that we go again.