With great amount of hesitation, I walked ahead of my kids.
Worried, filled with anxiety, I accelerate my steps twice faster towards the chariot of death that's been haunting me for all my life, and I'm 43 years old now.
I stopped.
Now all I have to do is wait as I am closer and closer to the terror. Of countless rushes of blood, of hot wind blowing to your face, of gravity so strong you fell ill with every move.
I swear that THIS is closest to HELL...
...
Unwillingly, after all the reluctance...
I stepped into the rollercoaster.
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