Belmont Park Roller Coaster

                This weekend we decided to cross another item off our San Diego bucket list. With all the rain it was difficult to accomplish much, but the sun came out on Sunday and we headed down to Belmont park. Not much of a carnival park, but it is home to a very old, very wooden roller coaster. I don’t think I’ve ever seen more than five people riding this roller coaster at one time, and I’ve definitely never seen a line for the ride, but San Diegans must have been excited about the sunshine because the place was pretty crowded. We got in line for our tickets; feeling slightly out of place being older than 12 and not yet having kids ourselves. Being at this dingy little park reminded me about how much your perspective changes from when you’re a kid. The rides that seem lame and boring to us now, seem like the world’s greatest adventure to them. One boy ran up to the top of the line where the measuring stick was and proceeded to scream and dance with excitement that he was just barely a centimeter over the line and therefore able to go on any ride he wanted. The screaming was a little irritating, but the sentiment was cute. After we got our tickets and waited in line we climbed into one of the cars and off we went. I absolutely love roller coasters and I am not at all afraid to be on them, but this roller coaster was the ride from hell. Well, that’s a little extreme, it was still fun, but I think I suffered a concussion in the process. I was getting thrown around and my head was killing me. Luckily we hadn’t gone out the night before because riding that coaster hung over would not have been a good scene. Not something I’ll do again anytime soon, but I guess you can’t live in Mission Beach and not ride the roller coaster. After we got off we decided to walk around and indulge ourselves in some terrible carnival food. Not exactly on the Cabo Spring Break diet, but oh well! It was fun to act like a kid again and to take a break from our normal Sundays filled with homework and studying. Another item checked off the list and one step closer to feeling like I took advantage of every moment I have left in San Diego.