Every summer, my parents would scrounge together enough cash to purchase Six Flags season passes for my brother, sister, and me and essentially tell us to knock ourselves out. Six Flags was basically the best amusement park in America. As I grew taller over the years, eventually no roller coaster was off limits. I rode them all...again and again and again—my brother and sister always in the seats next to me. I loved it. One, in particular, blasted you straight up into the sky, higher than any other attraction. It was like flying...the wind in your face, in between your outstretched fingertips, soaring to such great heights. As if to say, "Gravity, stay the hell away from me..."

I never forgot that feeling...

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