Oh god I just had a trauma flashback. Mom and I went to the local carnival a month ago, we just walked around looking at animals and craft works. Then I got the idea to get on a ride for the first time in years.
We went on “The Tarantula”, which had individual seats that spun around. I thought it would be fun and pleasant.
I underestimated HOW fast they would spin when it actually started.
Now I remember why I never rode the rides in that particular carnival in years!