oh. my. stars.
this is the skycoaster. also known as my worst nightmare. most of our family took a turn on the 17,258ish foot drop & swing of death, and then the goading began. my boys were begging me to do it, and i'm still not really sure how it happened, but i got strapped into that rig of terror and away we went! (that's me in the top right photo with the crazy hair.) i kept my eyes closed the whole time, praying 'please make it stop' over and over. i almost died. and puked. and wet my pants. but i didn't--i survived. dry. on both counts. and when i stumbled back to safety, i heard my little one say, "mom, i am proud of you like crazy!".
worth it.
