“Nothing wrong with you a good roller coaster wouldn’t fix.”

The spring equinox falls on March 20th, a mere 20 days from today. When I look out my den window, I see a deceptively lovely day, maybe even a spring-like day. The sun is blindingly bright. The sky is a deep blue. In Crayola speak it is cornflower blue. The air is calm. But, it is cold, really cold. The high today will be 27˚. Winter still holds sway.

When I was in the eighth grade, my class from my elementary school, the graduating class, had a class trip to Paragon Park in Hull. Before the big day, my mother took me shopping for a new outfit. I chose clamdiggers which more sophisticated people called capri pants. My blouse was white and sleeveless. I wore a white hat with a visor and new white sneakers. My mother went as one of the chaperons. I remember ride after ride on the wooden roller-coaster called the Giant Coaster, my favorite of all the rides. It rattled on the tracks and tossed us against the sides of the car on the sharp turns. We held on for dear life. A simple seat belt was the only restraint keeping us inside the cars. We did a few of the other rides. My second favorite ride was the Wild Mouse, a small roller coaster with two people cars. It twisted and turned and went up and down. We were flung from side to side at the sharp turns. We loved another ride, but I forget its name. It was a big circle, a cylinder. We leaned against the wall when the circle began to spin. It went faster and faster and pinned us against the wall. We couldn’t move. The floor disappeared. We kept spinning. It was exciting, and it was scary.

We never played any of the games. We just wanted rides and food. I bought a hot dog and some fries and later an ice cream cone and popcorn.

At the end of the afternoon, my classmates offered us, my friend Jimmy and me, their tickets. We took them and went on the roller-coaster a few more times. What we didn’t realize was we got the tickets because it was time to leave, and my classmates were headed to the buses. We were hunted down by the chaperons, including my own mother, because we were the last of us in the park, and the buses were waiting on us so they could leave. We got on board and off we went. We only had to endure a reprimand or two.

Before the park closed in 1984, a couple of friends and I decided to visit the park one last time to ride the coaster. It had been sold and was going to be moved. One of my friends was afraid of the ride. She smashed again me at the turns and screamed the entire time. I think I rode the coaster four or five times. I wanted to remember every twist and turn.

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6 Comments on ““Nothing wrong with you a good roller coaster wouldn’t fix.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I don’t ride roller coasters, ferris wheels, or any other rides because they make me nauseous and frightened. I don’t like the feeling of being out of control. I’m not even a fan of the merry-go-round.

    Today the sun was out and we started at 27° but topped out at a pleasant 65°. Later in the week we are predicated to reach a high temperature of 80°.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I really enjoy rides, particular fast rides, but I am not a fan of fast rides in a circle. I have been known to throw up after that sort of ride.

      It stayed really cold all day. I had to shut the back door as I could feel the cold air coming in the dog door.

      Right now it is only 26˚ and will get even colder tonight.

  2. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    The last time someone convinced me to ride a large roller coaster I bit him, I was so scared. I love the ornate merry go-rounds though. the weather is odd here, it will be sunny, and rain; we need the rain.
    One time there was a large slide at the amusement park, where we would stay for the summer. I liked most of the rides– even the bumper cars. Then they built a huge slide ( I am afraid of heights), where you climbed up and rode down in a burlap bag. My sweet sister convinced me to go, but first she treated me to a milkshake. You can imagine how I felt after that.
    Cookie has another habit. Besides drinking out of the toilet, she now wants to drink out of the sink, which doesn’t drain properly. Oy.
    I’ve been listening Zero Mostel as today is his birthday. I never knew how fascinating he was.
    Take care,
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      How old were you when you bit someone? Wouldn’t no have been enough. I haven’t ridden a merry-go-round. The last one was an antique carousel which had been painted and repaired to its original condition.

      My sister is afraid of heights. We try never to put her into that position. I don’t think a milkshake would work.

      One of my cats drank out of the toilet. Nala drinks out of both toilets. Henry only uses to one downstairs. I also had had cat who taught himself to pee in the toilet.

      I liked his movies.

      Be Well,
      Kat and her Menagerie

  3. lilydark Says:

    I was in my teens when I bit my friend.. The point of the milkshake was to make me sick on the way down. That’s my sister.
    My sister used to bite me, when one summer we had a room with a double bed ( we rented ) until we finally bought a home, and say she was sleeping. I doubt it. This is a really funny look at Zero Mostel:
    Very slowly waking up,

    Be Well,

    Lori and Cookie

    • katry Says:

      I have ridden those slides sitting on burlap. It was never the sort of ride which made me sick. It was just straight down. I wonder why it made you sick.

      I would never have expected a teen was still biting people especially as you were bitten by your sister. I can’t imagine you liked it.

      Thanks on the Zero Mostel. I get to watch him and Dick Cavett, a favorite of mine.

      Take care!!!

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