My family used to go to the boardwalk every summer and spend the day. We lived a couple hours away. We would get there early and go on rides all day and then go to the beach at around 3 when the weather really got hot. When I was 5 my brother who was 12 talked me into going on the Giant Dipper. I remember crying after the first drop through the whole rest of the ride and then when the coaster got back the attendants made some sort of mistake and we went again. I was so upset, but it got me over my fear. Several years later when I was 8 my friend and I went on it 21 times in a row. By then they were selling the all day bracelets so we could go all we wanted. Those are some of the best memories I have growing up. My parents would let me and my 8 year old friend run around by ourselves and we had the time of our lives!