Finally, I remembered to reblog… 🙂
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Riding a roller coaster with my brother is one of my favorite childhood memories. Whenever we could, we stayed late at the amusement park; as long as no one waited in the queue for our seat, the coaster operator allowed us to ride again. We rode so many times we lost count. Once, we even rode in the rain, drops pricking our skin like thousands of tiny needles.
Thanks to amazing guts of steel, we never puked. (I consider this a point of personal pride.)
Hubby and I choose to ride a different kind of roller coaster. Again and again. Every. Single. Day.
Sometimes the coaster is fabulous; other times, the ride makes us queasy, but we opt to stay on.
The summer of 2016 included a few twists and surprise dips but generally kept us smiling and laughing with hands in the air. We thought…
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