I am not a fan of heights.
Roller coasters most often involve great heights.
Therefore…
When I was about twelve years old, I got to spend the day at Knott’s Berry Farm with my best friend, Michael. My friend knew I was afraid of roller coasters, and he decided that this was the day for me to conquer my fear. The roller coaster of choice at the park in those days was called Corkscrew, and Michael was determined to get me on that ride. He spoke with all the eloquence his twelve-year-old self could muster about safety records and engineering and not being a wusmeister.
I didn’t want to be a wusmeister. So I rode the ride.
Thanks, peer pressure. (more…)