What happened if you don't mind me asking?
Well in summer of 1999 just before I had turned 9 My family went to Kings Island for 4th of July. And at the time I really wanted to get big coasters because I had never before. So after being Hanna Barbara and I got bored I guess and wanted to try to something else so.. My Mama told me about the legendry Beast I so I naively ran in line not knowing what to expect. So when I can time to get in the seats Mama started to get a little worried because I was very tiny for my age. She pushed the lap bar all the way down and I still had alot of space left between me and the lapbar. But I didn't care I still wanted to ride. So it took off and I was excited and a little nervous but anyways when it went down I was in the shock off my life. I realized then this wasn't like some kiddie coaster. My Mama had to put her arm over me to keep me from falling out of the seat. I guess the G-forces got to me or something because I felt horrible, like my body was being crushed or something. After the first tunnel
I screamed, hollered and cried through the rest of the thing. "Stop the ride" and "Let me off" are the only things I remember saying. Then it went to the second lift and I thought the coaster was repeating it's self which made me even more upset. After the ride was over I hoped out of the car and ran off crying to my Granny. The picture came back and it was so embarrassing. The top half of my body was bented over the the lapbar to my knees. And after that I've always been traumatized and apprehensive about rollercoasters. Or really any ride. I even had a fit getting on The Beastie. But it's not like that now with some rides. So that's my story hope it wasn't to long.
But now I want to try again with The Beast or as they say tame The Beast or something.
Sounds like a fun ride to me. I would give anything to feel like im falling out of The Beast!!
Really