Now at this point there was a choice presented, and business picked up as it unknowingly turned into an obstacle course. Sweet! You could go left onto a two part suspension bridge type set up, with planks of wood spaced apart to walk across. I chose to take the path to the right which also had two parts. The first being a square cargo net strung up sideways that you had to shimmy across however way you chose to. And the second, a literal tightrope walk that you had to shuffle your feet sideways across while at the same time keeping your balance by grabbing and holding onto ropes hanging downward from a higher strung up cable, and that was the one that was damn scary. It also didn't help that the father was yelling encouraging things at me. Although he meant well, it was having the exact opposite effect he desired. I need to concentrate man!
A few more basic zips through the trees and back to earth we all went. It was about two hours long, cost about forty bucks and was totally worth it. I'm going to start asking myself why not more often.
I used to really like carnivals and roller coasters in general.
I used to live a few blocks away from my school until I was about 11. I used to ride my bike or walk to the fair every year. Back then, nothing made me sick or woozy, so I'd ride the Gravitron as the day is long. Once, my shoe fell off on the Paratrooper. That was the sucks.
I never got a chance to ride the Zipper. In second grade, I wasn't tall enough, but that same year, a wheel flew off and hit the carnival worker in the head. He ended up dying. Looking back on it, carnival rides themselves are rather dangerous. I especially freak out whenever I end up on a pirate ship or a giant swing after seeing clips on YouTube of those things going wrong. That fear has crossed over into roller coasters, and now, I'm super scared of going to Cedar Point. I'm going to face that fear this summer, I swear!