I’m back & hopefully some of you guys are too. So let’s continue shall we.
I left part one at a point where I began to think I was quite odd for the interest I had in Pirates Adventure. If you fancy reading that post I’ll leave it linked HERE.
The Next Love:
So my love started purely through Pirates Adventure. That was the main point of my life where I noticed the spark but weren’t ready to accept nor admit it. So I carried on visiting Drayton Manor & all my usual parks yearly and regularly. Then I visited Blackpool Pleasure Beach for the first time when I was around 9/10. I was truly blown away by the amount of rides & coasters to see & explore. Of course, half of which I was too wimpy for. But this was the start of my love for wooden rollercoasters. They just made me feel as if I could take the next leap into inversions. My love grew and continued for drawing rollercoasters and doodling on maps the rides I would love to keep or leave the parks. Please let me know if you can relate to what I refer to as “my strange habits”.
Inversions:
So I was about to start secondary school (high school I know it varies across the UK). My mum took me & my cousins to Drayton Manor. Something clicked and I decided to try Shockwave but it also took a lot of convincing to even get me into the queue line. It was the peak of summer and the park was heaving. I had so much time to work myself up beforehand so once I got onto the carriage I instantly cried & panicked. But stuck it out for the ride to then hit the brake run a completely different gal. Since that moment I’ve never looked back. It was down to Shockwave to why I now will happily ride any rollercoaster I possibly can.
Escapism:
I never really knew of the feeling of escapism until my Drayton Manor visit during a real dark time in secondary school. I think I was mid year 9 and was experiencing extreme bullying. I couldn’t leave my house without abuse & it was the point my mental health began to deteriorate. I was in a VERY dark place it still makes my hands all clammy now thinking about it. I remember the morning of Drayton Manor I did not want to go I became afraid of my own feelings and convinced myself this school trip would be awful. Yet I stepped through the gates with my girl friends and never felt so free. I felt like me again almost I had this spark in my belly of feeling almost as if I was at home. It was the first experience with escapism as a whole in all honesty. It was also my first time to acknowledge how theme parks truly improve my mental well-being even if it’s for the short space of time whilst at the park.
I’ll be back again for part 3 very soon!
Thank you for reading once again & always remember to be kind to one another.
