My dad introduced me to them when I was just old/big enough to ride.
Every summer we made a trip to Cedar Point and I would cling to his strong arms.
I trusted him to keep me safe and not to put me in harms way.
He was my daddy.
Course, as I have gotten older, I am a little more choosey about the coasters I ride.
No more wooden ones for me....except maybe for the classic Blue Streak.
Now the girls cling to either Scott or myself IF they even work up the courage to give it a try.
However, real roller coasters at the amusement park are far from the emotional roller coasters of life.
There isn't much of a thrill to life's coasters.
Just worry....and trying to remember we shouldn't worry.
However, my dad taught me a very important lesson when he would ride the coasters with him.
I can trust the ride if I cling to my Father.
He does not desire to put me in harm's way.
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