When I was little, my Dad would buy season passes to Fiesta Texas and take my brother and I multiple times over the course of the summer. The Rattler was the ride of the trip every single time. It is a massive wooden roller coaster that sways and shakes precariously with every turn. "Jostling" is too tame a word to describe what The Rattler does to its passengers. Unfortunately, and perhaps appropriately so, I was never tall enough to ride The Rattler. So, I'd wait while my Dad and brother were in line, wishing I would grow just an inch or two taller so I too could feel as if I were in a car accident upon walking off the ride. Sadly, before I grew those lovely extra few inches, our visits to Fiesta Texas were over: I never got my chance to ride the ride of all rides. Today my day arrived with a trip to Fiesta Texas and a few more inches of height to my name. Confidently, I walked up to the entrance to The Rattler, looked the hissing beast in the eye, and took my place in line for the last car on the tracks. As I was thrown around the car up and down the steep hills, around the sharp twists, and overtop the rickety beams, it was impossible to miss the giant grin plastered on my face. I may have walked off the ride with a slight concussion, but it was well worth the many inches and many years of waiting.
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