I realised that I haven't had an adrenalin rush for a while. I missed those scary moments on roller-coasters. The scariest roller-coaster ride I had was a double loop. I was in Disneyland in Paris some years back and dare not get on the big one because my hubby couldn't accompany me as he had to watch over our two boys.
Now, that they two boys are taller and more courageous than me, maybe I should get them to ride with me. Let's see who get freaked out more, they or I? Orlando vacation home rental sounds like a good place for us to stay and go for roller-coaster rides until we puke.
What do you think? Can my old heart take those adrenalin rush without getting a heart attack?