Conquering Heights One Scream at a Time
When I was younger, there was one summer tradition that always seemed to find its way onto the calendar: a trip to Cedar Point with friends. Now, let me be clear about something. I was never a fan of heights. Not even a little. I was the person who could stand on a sturdy ladder and still wonder if today was the day gravity decided to work overtime. Yet somehow, every year, I'd find myself standing in line for roller coasters that looked like they were designed by people who thought common sense was optional. The walk up to the ride was always the same. My friends were excited, laughing, and talking about how fast the coaster was. Meanwhile, I was busy questioning every life decision that had led me to that moment. "Why am I doing this?" "Who thought this was a good idea?" "Can I still leave the line without anyone noticing?" But then there was the pressure of friendship. Not the bad kind. The fun kind. Nobody wanted to be the person sitting on the...
