I thought I was going to die...
Sunday I went to Great America. I had been to Six Flags before but not the one up here. The first ride we rode was the Superman. I thought I could handle it, I used to go on them in high school all the time. When I was younger I was scared and then I would do any of the rollercoaster and now I am "rescared"-I know many people including Shelly have told me that this is not a word, however I feel like it applies. All that is holding you in this crazy ride is the chest and ankle locks. I closed my eyes the whole time after briefing looking down during the ascent. I prayed the whole time. When I got off I was all shaky and taking deep breaths. I am glad I did it because I can say I did but I don't have a desire to do it again. The rest of the day was so much fun but that one ride I just envisioned me plumbeting to my death by hitting each of the loops breaking limbs until I felt to the ground. Here is a picture of this evil ride.