A nice little, heart warming piece, that deserves to be read:

I just don't like roller coasters. But my 12-year-old son loves them. And I love my son. So every summer, we take a day and drive to Six Flags Great Adventure in Jackson, N.J. It's an adrenaline junkie's dream disguised as a family amusement park.

We arrive at the park on a sunny morning, and instantly I feel anxious — which is really just an adult word for fear. It's my son's day, though, so I let him choose where we go. I've offered to bring his friends, but he wants to go with me. I know there are precious few years left of that, so it becomes an experience we alone share.

We repeat the same pattern all day: Get in line and wait while my anxiety grows. Board the coaster as my panic peaks. And when the ride is over, I'm rewarded with his unrestrained smiles. Every smile is a gift for me....

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Tearful Terpy

That was sweet. Very sweet. Reminds me of when I take my nieces/nephews. I do what they want, no matter how bad the woodies beat up my old bones.