I’m secretly an adrenaline junky. I’m one of those people who can ride a roller coaster until I am blue in the face and then I’ll go one more time.
On rides, I’m usually screaming my head off, and loving every minute of it. I also think it is truly hilarious to scream at all the wrong times. Like when we are pulling into the station to get off. People’s faces! Ha!
Yesterday we went to Dollywood as part of our family vacation. I decided to ride on a giant swing ride.
I was left clutching my seat as if my life depended on it. Terror is the only word that can describe my experience. My hair beat wildly against my face as I was propelled in the air. My stomach dropped as I gasped for breath. As I was shot into the air, I began to fly.
Here was my thought process:
Oh this is fun. I’m swinging… Wee.
Ok this is a little high.
Wow. You can see the whole park from this angle.
Ok…this is a little too high.
Oh wow I’m almost upside down. …haha… I can FLY!!!
OH MY GOODNESS I’m GOING TO DIE!!!
Insert high-pitched screams.
About that time I was silently repenting to the Lord for my foolishness and was promising Him I would never get on another ride as long as I lived if only He would keep me alive.
He was faithful as always! Here is a little picture that Mark captured.