Today is National Rollercoaster Day and that information came with a riddle - "What to you call a chicken who won't go on a rollercoaster?" and while we're on the subject of chickens - "What does a wicked chicken lay?" But back to rollercoasters. The last time, and also the one and only time I was on a large rollercoaster, my children were still in high school, so that makes it about 35 years ago. Once was enough, I screamed through the whole ride. We were enjoying a family weekend in Dollywood, after I had finished a five day relocation conference in Nashville, and my kids thought I really should try a rollercoaster at least once. I agreed reluctantly. I'm pretty sure my husband refused to ride, claiming he would take pictures. Smart man. I do like some rides. I will go on a Ferris Wheel or Merry-go-Round anytime. Round and round, vertically or horizontally, works well for me. Interestingly, back in my high school years I had two boyfriends (not at the same time) who absolutely refused to go on Ferris Wheels, and my husband wasn't too crazy about them either. He claimed it was different for men and women because we have different centers of gravity. As my granddaughter would say "Whatever."
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