Why I dont go to fair: Some may remember. When I was in the 8th grade I met a bunch of pals at the fair on Friday morning which was school day. I always lived for the Ferris wheel. I actually love heights and would love to stop at the top and rock the seat to hear some girl scream . Yes I have a mean streak. Anyway some friends got ME on the Polar Express. I dont like fast or backwards. Well they got her cranked up and it went like a bat out of ..... then they went counter clockwise . When the ride was over my equilibrium was gone. I could not hold my head up and profuse vomiting. My mother was to come pick me up at a alloted time. They told Me I was gray. They told me I was green. MY VOW THAT DAY IN 1984. DEAR LORD GET ME HOME AND I WILL NEVER EVER GO TO ANOTHER FAIR. THIRTY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND IVE NEVER BEEN BACK. That was before cell phones when kids actually had to tough things out. That ride was the longest ride of my life. Ill never ever get on another roller coaster. The 30 year vow still remains as Ive never been back. Some people driving make me nauseous too like ataste of the polar express. Just thought you would like to hear about my traumatic polar express ride.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 04:24:43 +0000
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