I had thrown myself into tailspins about going to Knott’s in October. I had heard everyone’s stories - Knott’s scared the shit out of people. Friends of friends of friends had left crying, there are no safe zones -they could follow you into the bathroom!
I was supposed to finally be facing my fear, because everyone in high school went and had fun and got scared together and it was an exciting little juvenile bonding experience.
My mom dropped us off, 2 boys 2 girls. We stood in the massive hoards of people all waiting to get in, giving me more time to work up to a level of panic where I decided that NO ACTUALLY I’m not going in. I called my mom to ask her to turn around and come get me. I was embarrassed about my dramatic display and felt physically ill. When I got home, I threw up, spiked a fever and was sick for several days.
So no, not a cool kid.