Buckle up, it's life!

Summer 1994

The ride attendant nonchalantly walks by checking and making sure all seat belts are fastened before the carts take off down the old wooden frame. I look over to my best highschool friend, Johanna, give her the evil this might kill us grin, and scoot forward. When the bar drops it only falls half way and I take off my lap belt. I look over and see her gulp a seemingly last breath of air. The wheels turn and then the audible click click click click of the chain pulling us up the first damning hill. She gave me a quick punch that said put your seatbelt on dumbass, but it was too late we had rounded the top. I threw my hands in the air and let out a whoop of delight. There it was straight ahead the loop that would have me defy gravity, or spit me out on my head and crack my skull. I did not defy gravity, and a fist full of my shorts was all that saved my ass from being a concrete stain. It was the biggest rush. A stupid thing to do, but adrenaline is king sometimes.
in the 12 years that have followed that summer, I have done many more stupid things. Plenty of which should have killed me. In everyone of those situations I have found someone there with a fist full of shorts pulling me back down to the ground. I guess that's what friends do. I guess I should be thankful for those kind of friends since I don't have the brains to not get into some of those situations. Anyway, just a memory.