I was still an only child the day my parents took me to Kings Dominion, and I was able to get my first glimpse of the Rebel Yell, which at the time was the world’s largest wooden roller coaster. It was really a perfect day. I remember the blazoned blue sky filled with clouds you could spend hours starring at, and finding shapes of animals and other bizarre characters embedded in them.
Mom loved amusement parks and she had just finished riding a roller coaster that had the first loopty loo in it. Dad and I sat comfortably on the side, eating cotton candy and watching the people walk by when she came back excited to try the next death-defying ride. The three of us stood there for a moment deciding where to go when Dad turned and said, “John, do you want to ride the world’s largest roller coaster?”
I was instantly afraid but my dad’s obvious excitement convinced me to follow him. As we shuffled our way through the line, the young attendant helped us into the Rebel Yell’s cart. I quickly took the inside seat and just before the metal lap gate closed, my super hero jumped out leaving me behind. The brake had been released, there was a sudden jerk, and I slowly pulled away as I watched my dad tee-heeing on the side lines. Tears quickly fell, and despite my requests for the ride to stop…it didn’t.
We slowly crept up the first big incline as we were being pulled by the old rickety chain. Chink, chink, chink, chink. As I began to catch my breath I noticed that the view was actually getting better. Chink, chink, chink, chink. I remember thinking to myself, “this isn’t so bad.” Chink, chink, chink, chink. Then we had reached that breathless space where you’re no longer climbing, not yet going down, and the world seems like a perfect place. Those few seconds of weightless summiting were magnificent. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could hit the pause button, even for just a moment, and wallow in its magnificence?
As we plummeted from the peaceful peak, my stomach entered the back of my throat and everything that I had ingested that day was launched over the knuckleheads near me with their hands up in the air. The rest of the ride is really just a blur of a memory. I remember opening my eyes from time to time thinking that it’s not possible to be able to go so fast and remain on the tracks. I was sliding back and forth on the seat and holding the metal rail with a white-knuckled grip, just wanting to put my feet back on planet Earth again. My torture ended as the ride slowly came to a stop where I was once again reunited with my tee-heeing super hero.
It’s really a humbling experience being a dad, to know that at least for a little while I am someone’s super hero. Our kids watch us like hawks and will ultimately do what we do, and not necessarily what we say. Being a parent is surely THE hardest job I have ever had, but it is also the most rewarding. God only knows why my dad pulled such a crazy stunt. He surely didn’t realize the lasting effects it would have on me. Perhaps I think too much about it, but I don’t want to use my “super powers” in a way that will leave a lasting negative effect on my children’s lives. So…wish me luck.













