What is it about getting older that sucks the fun right out of life? I used to love amusement parks and county fair rides; The Screaming Eagle, Kamikaze, Octopus, Sizzler, Tilt-a-Whirl, Zipper... you name it, I loved it. I could ride any ride for hours on end and never get tired of it.
Now that I'm thirty, I can't handle it. What is wrong with this world? What is wrong with our bodies that as we age we physically can't do the same fun things that we always did?
A few years ago, I rode the spinning apple ride with a few of my friends' kids. As we got off, the rest of the adults got quite a kick out of how white my face was. At the time, I blamed it on being hungover. I now know that wasn't the case. I proved it by taking a few spins on a merry-go-round and having a sick feeling with a nice side of headache for the rest of the day. All from a freaking merry-go-round, people! Something is not right here.
I'm telling myself it is only the spinning that I can't take. I can't give up rollercoasters. I refuse to give up on something as fun as the thrill a rollercoaster gives you. I have no idea when I'll get to Six Flags or any other amusement park again, but I WILL ride a rollercoaster and I WILL love it. I'm determined. Or in denial.