Nana rides again

Two grandchildren and I went to the Allen County Fun Fair this evening.  I bought a bunch of rides tickets for the kids and off we went looking for thrills and chills. I was not planning to ride anything but the first ride my granddaughter wanted to go on didn't look too bad (the spiders painted on the side should have been a clue) so I agreed to go in one car with her while my grandson rode by himself. It started out gently enough, a little bit like the spin around cups that little kids ride in, but suddenly the long arms at the end of which our pods were suspended were swooping, springing up and spinning around and we were being swung back and forth and up and down, never quite upside down but very close. I felt like my head was going to fly off and developed such a death grip on the bar in front of me that they practically had to break my fingers to get me out. 30 years ago I swore never again to ride a roller coaster. Now I've added another ride to the never again list. I;m not sure what it's called but I will know it when I see it. Bring on the Ferris Wheels and Merry Go Rounds. I can handle those.