I don’t like rollercoasters. AT ALL.
When I was about 8 my uncle took me to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and convinced me to go on a small rollercoaster. He told me it would be a relaxing ride and I very naively believed him. (By that stage I should have really known better…
Truthfully, it was the smallest rollercoaster. I think it was also the oldest. Made out of wood and it creaked a lot. It still runs to this day.
My aunt has told me that when I came back I was green. I remember being terrified. I haven’t set foot on another rollercoaster since and nothing will ever tempt me to do so again.*
Despite this, I had a blast years later in Orlando and went of all sorts of high adrenaline rides at Universal & Disney – just no rollercoasters.
The point of this is that my emotional rollercoaster has started an uphill climb because, apparently, I am now going to Las Vegas. Let’s hope there aren’t any big dips up ahead
See you in 2 ½ weeks when normal blogging will resume.
*ok some things might but they will not happen…