![]() It’s too bad that not all roller coasters can be five feet tall.Īustin believes I am a child, naive and boring, and, it would seem, without any humor. The child in the front seat waves to his mother as the cart dips, and his squeal of joy tails behind him. ![]() Just past that is a miniature roller coaster made to look like a giant, happy centipede. Giggling and drooling children clap their adorable hands from their belted saddles while a spirited tune blares overhead. We pass a circular ride filled with fake horses going up and down. I grit my teeth with determination and somehow keep myself from muttering, Yes, Master. As I frantically attempt to match his stride, I must pant or wheeze because he finally looks down at me, no doubt pink-faced and wide-eyed both from the sensory overload surrounding us and my huffing at a near jog to stay beside him. He seems unaware that the length of his legs far exceeds my own. ![]() ![]() We’ll hit that first and then make our way up to the front.” “So Lethal Xperience is at the back of the park. Without stopping or even slowing his stride, he grabs a map from a vendor and flips it open. ![]()
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