Amusement parks are in the blood.
They captivate the mind and hearken back to that sunny day when mom and dad stuck us on the Zipper, alone, just minutes after finishing that hot dog, cotton candy spool and the entire box of Cracker Jacks. Somehow, even past the stomachache, what we've remembered is the inexplicable fun of being jerked around the local field, or fairgrounds, or parking lot on a contraption that looks like an insurance nightmare. Psychologically you might say that amusement parks and the rides they provide fulfill our need for the dangers and thrills missing from daily life. Or maybe they just offer us the chance for exhilaration, to feel the wind in our hair as we fly and flip and fall. Besides, if your stomach can stand it, it's damn fun.