I almost died

Kind of.

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So anyways. I went to Lagoon again yesterday with a bunch of friends. I love rollercoasters. I love pretty much every single ride at Lagoon. Except for the Rocket. SCREW THAT RIDE. It is so friggin awful. It's a ride that you sit in a seat with your feet dangling over the ground and a restraint comes down over your head and securely sits on your chest. Here's a picture of my friends about to go on it.

See? They look happy and not worried at all. The ride shoots you straight up and then back down for a fantastic thrill. It's the Blast Off version of The Rocket. Re-Entry, on the other hand, takes you up slowly to the very top, stops you at the top and waits about seven seconds before dropping you to the bottom when you don't really expect it.

Blast off, I can handle.

But Re-Entry totally fucks with my mind.

I went on Blast Off and I totally enjoyed myself. It freaked me out a little bit, but it was fun.
At the end of the day, before the park was going to close, we had time to go on one more ride. Eric yelled, "THE ROCKET! ROCKET ROCKET ROCKET!" I go, "Umm...how about we just go on the Jet Star?" But no. Everyone wants to go on the Rocket again. Except for me. I don't wanna be a total boner and sit it out. It's the last ride of the day, big deal. "Okay fine, the Rocket. But if I die, you are all gonna feel so guilty."
Eric laughs and says, "Don't worry. Nobody's died on it today. But if you do die, can I have all your money?"
Har har har.

And off to the Rocket we go.
But you know what?
IT'S A BAD FUCKING IDEA.

I was assigned seat number six and Jerry was assigned seat number five, so he was sitting right next to me. We sit in our seats and I reach up to lock my restraint in place and it stayed for about thirty seconds before popping back up, before the ride was supposed to go off. I start freaking out, slamming the restraint against my body and I consider leaping out of the seat so I don't friggin die. Finally the restraint locked in place. You'd think I'd feel relieved. Instead, I'm a little freaked out. I'm stuck. I'm stuck on this ride. I can't go anywhere. And what if the mother fucking restraint pops up again while I'm at the top or while the ride is in motion?! I'll go flying out of the seat and die. Well, I don't want to die today. I hear the people in the booth say over the intercom, "Re-check seat number 6."

OH. FUCK. NO.

I start screaming.
"NO FUCKING WAY! NO! NOOOOO! FUCK FUCK! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!"

The employee comes over and re-checks my seat and says, "You should be fine. We had some problems with this seat earlier but it seems to be working."

I stare at him dumbfounded, I can't even say anything. Are you fucking retarded?! Problems with the seat? Get me off this god damn ride.

But he's already back to his station, turns the key in the box and the ride starts slowly moving up. Jerry's laughing at me at this point. "Becki, you'll be fine, really."

"No! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" I close my eyes so I don't have to think about how high I am above the ground or the fact that my restraint popped up when it wasn't supposed to, or how they re-checked my seat. My stomach is doing flops continuously and when it reached the top it stops. The seconds are too long. I'm screaming again. "No! No no no no no. Oh my god, please no."

And FWOOSH.

The ride drops. The restraint holds, but I completely lose all control. I start crying, my head swims and I scream the most blood-curdling scream anyone has ever heard.

The ride comes to a stop at the bottom and I can't stop shaking. I quickly wipe my eyes because I'm embarrassed that I was crying. I'm trying to compose myself, but my legs are jelly and standing feels like it's even more dangerous than the ride was. The restraints pop up, this time because they're supposed to. And I stare at my feet trying to focus on my breathing and holding back tears.

Someone asks, "Are you okay?"

I think to myself, 'God damn it, Becki compose yourself! You're alive and on the ground for Christ's sakes.' I stand up and manage a shaky smile at Jerry and say, "Oh I'm good. Great. That was fun!"

The employee comes over. "Sorry if I scared you. We were just messing with you, there's nothing wrong with the ride."

I try my best to do a convincing laugh and say, "Oh no, dude it's cool haha!"
But Adrianna doesn't help at all when she says, "Oh no! Were you crying?! You made her cry!" No. Don't embarrass me like that. Becki doesn't cry on rides, I'm not a sissy la la! Fuck that! "No, I wasn't crying! Geez! Haha it was fun. Thanks for letting us ride!" And then I book it to the exit, hoping I don't barf in the first garbage can I see.


I'm never going on that ride. Ever. Again.