Location: Sacramento, California
Well, it certainly does on a water slide.
I experienced my first water slide today as part of a birthday treat for my eight year old granddaughter. We both had a great time.
She had a bit of fear about the slide down. I had a bit of fear about the climb up.
Ah, so many steps. It is a good thing that I have been practicing climbing Mayan pyramids.
I am still not sure if swirling around at great force in a dark wet tube is not insane. I can claim in my defense, that I had no idea what I was getting into when I first climbed the tower and sat at the top of the slide.
But, how can I explain my climbing back up and wanting to do it again and yet again? The hardware in our brains that creates an overlap between pleasure and terror is still a mystery to me.