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|I can remember as a teenager standing waiting for friends at POP in Santa Monica while they rode the roller coaster over and over again. I had and have a deathly fear of them. The only ride even close to a roller coaster I would ride is the Materhorn at Disneyland. That one I love. Last time I rode it was after losing a great deal of weight. They told me I had to sit in the front seat of the sled. I had never been in the very front before. It was a whole different ride from that position. Friends in another sled said they heard me all the way down the mountain.