conquerer

Here's a poorly kept secret of mine: I love roller coasters & amusement parks. I couldn't get enough of them when I was younger and I still get urges as an adult to visit one every so often.

Somewhere around the ballpark of 80 coasters-conquered, I lost count but I've been on everything from this:

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Roller coasters like those in the first picture are...well...out of the question at this point but that's OK. There's something about dropping 400 ft. nearly straight down at 100 MPH that just gets me going (i.e. - The second picture).

I always knew why I was drawn to them: I was short. Roller coasters would be my way of being larger than life. I wanted to be able to tolerate something that others couldn't, and I'd be breaking the expectations of what people thought I could handle by riding them. When I found out that actually was the case, and that roller coasters were a complete blast, I never looked back.

Call it a less destructive Napoleon Complex, if you want...but don't say anything if you're not going to stand in line with me...