I learned the hard way there was in fact a limit to how fast I could take that corner on my sled. I swung just a bit wide and hit the cellar bulkhead shoulder blade first. My mother made me put on a suit to go to the emergency room. My first x-ray. Not my last.
That’s where the fear began. Not a fear of physical harm, but a fear of lack of control. I hate the feeling of being just along for the ride. I need to be in charge. That’s why I hate those damn roller-coasters. No control.
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