It was the most terrifying, rickety coaster, probably a hundred years old. The wood beams rattled and brawled when cars fell from the drops. Bolts groaned but held thanks to bonded rust and lead paint, and drifts of fine dust kept you from looking at the thing long enough to judge its safety.
It was our turn to climb, up, up, our car trembling against the tracks. We crested the first and tallest drop when I felt my wallet and keys fall free of my pocket. They fell two hundred feet, along with my stomach.
I screamed louder than anyone.