I remember listening to the sound of the gigantic metal monster rushing past over head. The screams intimidate me, they made me fear for my life. I remember waiting in line for what seemed like forever trying not to talk myself out of riding this ride. When we finally sat down in the seats that hung below the track, I felt a wave of panic rush through my body. I gripped onto the handle bars for dear life as I began to hyperventilate. I was going to die. But I had never lived like that before. That first ride on a roller coaster was the beginning of my love for roller coasters, cliff jumping and all things adrenaline.

The rushing and pumping of blood in your veins and air in your lungs before you ride a new roller coaster or get in the front car of the train is the most amazing sensation. It feels like flying to go over those hills, to shoot off from 0 to 200mph in 4.1 seconds, or feel your feet leave the ground and wait for the water to surround you when you cliff dive.

Once you've ridden one coaster, there is a deep need that forms in your soul. It begs you for a bigger challenge. Faster. Taller. Bigger. Bring it on. One challenge to the next. You begin to crave the feeling of adrenaline, the fear. You discover a new way to live, a better way to live.

When you fall in love with coasters, there becomes no favorite, they're like friends. Their things you can't choose between. From the smallest coaster to the biggest coaster, they're all amazing. The parks are mapped out in your head, you can get from point A to point B in the shortest amount of time. You know the opportune times to ride, which ones to hit first and which to hit last. You know random facts about all your favorite rides. You have memorabilia and memories that will stick with you always. The air smells sweet to you always because it's home. The sounds, the sights, the smells, they're so familiar. Just sitting and watching the coasters make their dives and loops over and over makes you happy. Roller coasters are the greatest thrill.