I'm not going to start off by saying how long it's been since I've blogged.
I'm also not going to apologize for my lack of verbal inspiration.
I'm not going to promise to blog more often.
But I am going to write something. :)
I recently made a connection between two things in my life. You'll see where all this is going before I get halfway through but never mind that.
When I was a baby/toddler, my father used to throw me up in the air. And catch me of course. Yes, I was one of those babies. Anyways it got me wondering whether there's a correlation between being thrown in the air as a child, and liking roller coasters.
In my case, I wonder if it's the source of my love for being in the air, flying between an obstacle and the ground.
Just food for thought. :)