
I love Six Flags. I don't recall ever being afraid of roller coasters. Brad, on the other hand, hates them. He's never been on one, and when he was little, his family went to Six Flags and his mom came off the Judge Roy Scream white as a ghost...thus began his fear. He is afraid of heights and gets the occasional bout of motion sickness. So, you can imagine my surprise when I opened one of my Christmas gifts and found a bottle of Dramamine and 2 tickets to Holiday in the Park! It's my favorite time to go to Six Flags. The lights, cold weather, hot chocolate, and the best part...no lines! I have been bugging Brad for forever just to"try" Six Flags. I kept telling him that he may actually like it, you never know!
Well, try it, he did. We left Mallory with my parents the day after Christmas. Off we went to Six Flags. We ate lunch with enough time to let it settle, Brad had 2 Dramamine tablets and we were set. It was a perfect day for Six Flags. Blue skies, cool weather and it wasn't too crowded. Brad decided he wanted to start off with the scariest ride first (that way he wouldn't chicken out later). We were lucky enough to walk right up to the Titan...boy was Brad glad!! Then the nerves started. Our turn came and we got in the car. Brad had a death grip on the lap harness thingy. Click, click, click up the first incline. I kept telling him to hold my hand if he wanted. He looked straight ahead and said no as he was starting to breathe heavy. I started to get nervous that he was going to have a nervous breakdown right there on the Titan. There wasn't any more time to be nervous, down the first hill we went. I screamed and Brad grunted the whole way (see above picture). I looked over several times to make sure he wasn't crying or had stopped breathing. After it was over, he wouldn't talk about it until we got off the car and were walking (he didn't want to look like a sissy). Since there was no throw up invovled, I thought he was a go for all other rides (maybe even another go on the Titan). Not so much. We rode the Mine Train and then the Judge Roy Scream. He was done. No Shockwave, Batman, Mr. Freeze, Texas Giant or any other rides. We left the park. I was okay with that. Of course, I wished he had liked the rides better (I guess I'll have to ride with Mallory when she gets older and Brad will hold our bags!). He said he didn't enjoy any part of them. What is wrong with this man??
So, we will probably never go to Six Flags again. But, I was proud of Brad. He tried something that I love. He conquered a fear of his. He has inspired me. All because of a trip to Six Flags...














































