I was 10 yrs old riding the Giant Dipper with a neighbor. As we started to descend the first drop she raised her arms and knocked my glasses off. Into the night they fell to certain destruction. In those days there were not many arcades or fences to keep you out of the ride’s underbelly. After I went to see if I could find the glasses and sure enough there they were right where they were launched. The glasses were not broken or the lenses scratched. I wore them for another few years. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.