screamfest

i spent the day at magic mountain with the fouche girls and their visiting friend, gabby, from south africa. not only was it gabby's first time at magic mountain, but it was also her first time in america. i had volunteered myself earlier in the week to take the girls out for an excursion.

what was i thinking? i hate rollercoasters. i'm more of a disneyland girl. teacups, anyone? why would i torture myself by being on a ride that does this:
sheer terror upside down. all i could think about was "when is this ride over? please, please God, if you love me, i won't fall out this ride." what also didn't help, was a friend telling me the day before of the story of the girl from the previous week involved in the rollercoaster accident. i did go to magic mountain once when i was in high school, but i definitely don't remember the rollercoasters being this fast or this scary.it was a long hot day. and all that screaming can really wear you out. i can't remember the last time i just screamed my guts out solely because there was nothing else i could do to express the utter feeling of helplessness and extreme fear i was feeling inside. all that intense anxiety and adrenaline pumping wore me out after about the 2nd or 3rd ride.
ahh, i'm so thankful to be alive!