I want to go to Hershey. Do you know where it is? If you can’t find it, just follow your nose. The whole town smells like chocolate and even the street lights look like chocolate kisses. 

What I really want, is to win a FREE trip to Hershey Park. I’ve already entered a contest. I want to ride the wooden racing coaster, the only one in the world! It’s coming soon and I need to check it out.

I know I’m too old to be riding roller coasters — but, I LOVE them! You see, all of my life I’ve been afraid. I rode rides with the children when they were growing up, but I was afraid. I promised at Space Mountain that if I got off that thing alive, I would never ride another roller coaster again as long as I lived. You wouldn’t expect me to keep a promise made under duress, would you?

Besides, I never knew how much fun a roller coaster could be until I rode a wooden one.  They are just different. It must be the wood. It rumbles when you ride. It gives and sways and has a different feel than the metal coasters. The wooden ones won’t turn you upside down either. 

By the way, I’m really sorry I used profanity when I was on “The Hangman” – but you’ll forgive me for something I said while I was upside down, won’t you?

I’ve been to Hershey before, but I could go again if the trip was FREE. Last time I was in total awe when I saw that wooden coaster at Hershey Park. It was a giant maze of wood, an engineering marvel. I was so nervous waiting in line that I felt like I was going to barf. My teeth were chattering when we started that first climb. I knew there was no escape. I prayed for a break down, a power failure, anything to make it stop — but God didn’t answer my prayer. (Think he was mad about those ugly words I said on the Hangman?)

As soon as we went over the top, and started down the big drop, the rush came, and I knew I was gonna be okay. I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear my own voice because the wind was rushing by my ears so fast. I was holding on for dear life.

Then for some reason (I don’t know why.) I put my hands up in the air and didn’t hold any more. I found I didn’t need to hold on, just ride and scream and feel the wind. It was magic – like flying!

I rode over and over and over that day, just as fast as I could get off and get back in line. I lost count of exactly how many times I rode after a while. Something about my life changed that day too. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I learned that I could face my fear and conquer it.

I know there are lots of contests and places that I might win a trip to that are more… well, “age appropriate.” But, I want to go to Hershey. 

I want to ride the racing coaster. It’s really TWO coasters, you see. They race with each other and go through waterfalls and head toward each other in near misses. Sure, there are “racing coasters” in other parks, but what makes this one special is that it’s WOOD.

Do you think someone would put in a good word for me, or help my number get picked, or pray for a small miracle of some type to be sure I win?  I guess you think that would be cheating, huh? I guess you are right. But you can’t blame me for trying.

Otherwise, how am I ever gonna get back to Hershey?

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