If there is one thing I love, its roller coasters. I have always enjoyed it. When I was a young child my father would tell me about the Comet at Crystal Beach on the shores of Lake Erie. It was a wooden coaster built in 1948. When I was about 9 years old he took my sister and I to Crystal Beach so I could finally ride the Comet. He had built it up so much that I could hardly wait.
The time had come and we ended up in line at the Comet. I waited in line until we got to the very front when the ride operator decided to check and see if I was tall enough to ride the Comet. I was devastated to find out I wasn't. I think my dad was almost more upset then I was for building it up to much. He grabbed some cups from the garbage and stuffed them into my shoes to prop me up just enough. I continued to walk through the line like I was walking on stilts, clearly wobbling around. I finally ended up again at the front of the line when the same ride operator clearly recognized me, laughed and then said go ahead.
It was great!
Fast forward over 30 years and my, 10 year old son Andrew is as much as a roller coaster fan now as I am. After getting through every coaster at Wonderland this past year we decided to make a trip to the next level. Cedar Point. A few weeks ago, Andrew, Brad (one of my other sons) and I went to Sandusky for a few days of fun at Great Wolf Lodge and a fun filled day at the Roller Coaster Capital of the world Cedar Point.