Growing up in Southern CA, I had the opportunities and privilege to have my fill of roller coasters, especially in my teen years. Between Magic Mountain, Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm just down the street, my friends and I lived for the trill of being tossed and turned and thrown and rushed up and down and looped and then that all to familiar abrupt HALT when the ride was done. Then we'd rush to the next line to do it all again...Then I turned 18 and 'grew up'. Somehow between then and now, I moved to Idaho, got married, started having babies, moved to Arizona, had more babies and got on with a life that did not include the thrills and rush of roller coasters at theme parks...
A couple years ago, I found myself in a severely reclined position, a restraint over my shoulders securing my torso to the hard seat I was sitting in, listening to the familiar and steady, "clank-clank-clank"...As I looked at the beautiful view of what seemed like the entire world, I knew the "clank-clank-clanking" was coming to an end. I involuntarily trusted in the integrity of the structure and mechanics of what was carrying me. Though I knew that I would survive the loops, turns, and twists ahead, make it to the end, and be fine- a panic rushed through me, a tightness twisted up in my gut. I thought of my three babies waiting for me at the other side of that 'EXIT' gate. What was I thinking, being on this silly thing? I wasn't ready for this, (clank-clank-clank) but it was too late. I didn't have the choice to just 'get off' at this point...Then there was the release.
The weightlessness overcame my body. The harness, as we all know, did not completely prevent my body from being thrown around. I felt my rear lift of the seat, my body pressed against the left side and then the right, my head whipped all around. There was that all familiar rush of adrenaline through every inch of me-I screamed with eyes wide open, and smiled and laughed and then screamed again...
And then, abruptly and harshly, it stopped. My body flew forward and slammed back. We were done. The harnesses released. I had made it to the end, never doubting that I would. I trembled as I climbed up on the platform out of the car. As i followed the arrows to the exit gate to meet my family, my stomach was turning and my body was attempting to recover from what it just went through. It was a mix of terror and thrill, shock and exhilaration, panic and intensity, apprehension and excitement...Though I'm ready to enjoy "It's a Small World", I have a strong feeling we're in line for something more intense than what we just got off...
Bring it on 2011!








