Years ago our mother brought my sisters and I to a Unilever family thing during which I was inveigled to ride something called “The Hammer”. It’s essentially a curved cage that first swings back and forth, gaining momentum until it finally loops in a 360.
I hated it.
The contrived thrill of park rides never appealed to me. I don’t like to be shaken and stirred. I get queasy and irritable.
And now I find myself in a real-life Hammer. People around me are moving out and on. It’s disconcerting. I’m queasy and irritable. And terribly sad.
I hate it.
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