Childhood Memories of a Different Kind: One Hell of a Rollercoaster

by Lyn Lomasi, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I’ve always been quite the daredevil, even when I was a small child, so one would think that a story about a rollercoaster wouldn’t be so “different” for me. It’s not the rollercoaster itself which makes this particular childhood memory different than most that you hear.

When I was very young (maybe three or four), I was riding in the car with my parents.  I was in the back seat and they in the front. My mom had talked about a rollercoaster and I pictured it in my head and said “Mommy, that looks like a cool ride! I want to go on it!”

I didn’t understand at the time why my mom seemed a little bewildered when she informed me that it didn’t exist so she’d have to find me another cool one. And my poor dad was the most confused of all.

As I got older, my mom retold the events of that day and I finally understood. She had never actually discussed this ride out loud. She was thinking about it and inventing it in her head at the moment that I told her I wanted to go on it. She never said a word about it out loud. I only thought she did.

*Photo Credit: Lyn Lomasi (two of my kids playing)

**I originally published this on Bubblews.com (no longer published there)

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