When I was a young girl, my father would often take us to a carnival that was set up along the beach strip between Hamilton and Burlington.
My sisters and I would love to go on all the rides.. we’d take turns ringing the little bell on the front of the boat ride.. pretend to be riding Harleys as we spun in circles on the motorcycle ride, scream in terror as we thought we’d go flying out of the Scrambler… and of course, there would always be the roller coasters.
The clicking as the coaster ascended the track.. the build up… the anticipation of being hurled through the air at incredible rates of speed. The sheer terror of the drop.. the euphoric rush and heart palpitations as we soared up and down…
I recall my family visiting Wonderland for the first time.. waiting in line for a good 30 minutes or so in order to climb into a metal box and have our bodies thrown about for a mere 3 to 5 minutes of electrifying exhilaration.
This summer my son and I went to Marineland and he convinced me to ride the Dragon Fire six times in a row. At the end of the ride I came to the conclusion that perhaps I had become far too old for this joyride.. the feeling of my brain being jostled around in my head and slammed against the side of the car now far outweighed the elation I once felt whilst flying through the perceived time space continuum.
This past week my life has felt like a veritable roller coaster.
What started out as a fun little trip quickly became an accelerated, terrifying adventure. The slow build of the ride escalating to its peak.. then the sudden dangerous thrust of being hurtled toward the ground … wind whipping through your hair, feet dangling… feeling as if you are almost airborne… only to rise once again up the track, spinning about until dizzy and then come crashing to the bumpy stop. End of the ride. Please don’t forget to pick up your belongings as you depart to your left.
But as much fun as rollercoasters can be, they are a brief thrill ride..fervent, fast, furious….jarring your brain and body. Much excitement and fun while the fleeting ride lasts, but intense and jolting and always coming to an inevitable screeching stop. And you are sometimes left feeling a little disappointed and nauseous at the conclusion.
So, I think perhaps my rollercoaster days have come to an end.
From now on I think the ferris wheel is more to my liking.. slowly climbing toward the sky.. being able to observe everything around with an unencumbered view of the world.. rocking the cart just enough to be slightly exciting.. but not too much to make you crash to the ground… and then the slow descent back to earth where, once again, you can plant your feet firmly on the ground.
Or maybe the carousel. I think that may be more my speed.
But, for the record, I did enjoy the ride. Brief as it was.Life: Everything happens for a reason. It’s all good. Love: I have a lot of it in my life. For that I’m thankful. Pants: Working on that too. Time for a run.