My dad and I LOVE rollercoasters. We want to bolt like lightning and scream down a track so steep that we can’t see it beneath us.
It all started when I was 11 years old. Dad took me and my brother to Six Flags outside Chicago. An old white wooden coaster stood center stage at that park and I remember pointing to it many times that day, asking, “Hey Dad, do you think it’s scary?”
After we buckled in and the cars began to crank up, up and up, I clutched the bar, braced my feet and waited for the first free fall. The train soared, my feet rose off the floor and my stomach felt like I'd left it on the platform.
I was in love.
So today, we’re determined to find the ultimate coaster in central Florida. (No loops please. They make Dad loopy.) We’re open to suggestions.
How do you feel about roller coasters?
3 years ago