In 2001 my Aunt Samantha and I decided to head to the Boardwalk. We rode lots of fun rides and I was having a good time until I heard the deadly sentence that no six year old wants to hear. “Lets ride the Giant Dipper!”
By the time we were seated I begged, “Please don’t make me go.” She just said,”Awww,too bad!” When we started to go up the hill, I started crying. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
I’ve ridden the Giant Dipper hundreds of times now, so it’s easy to look back and