The Mouse, 1975
When I was approximately 6\7 we came to Santa Cruz and I begged my father to take me on the mouse roller coaster. He finally gave in and we went on it. My father being 5'11" and be being very tiny road in one car. When the ride took off we realized this was a crazy ride. For my first roller coaster it scared the hell out of me and my father. But it created a life long addiction to rides. To this day I love them.