I do not want to end up deep in the ocean.

It was proclaimed to be the tallest wooden frame roller coaster west of the Mississippi.
Had you driven south on Atlantic Boulevard back in the 1950s from East Los Angeles all the way to Pacific Coast Highway in Long Beach you would have certainly notice the tall wooden structure known as the “Cyclone Racer.” Roller coaster tracks set on a white wooden frame rising approximately ten to twelve stories. Something approaching a hundred and ten feet up in the ocean’s salty air. Reaching speeds on its first downhill run almost 70-MPH With tracks jetting out over the ocean surf. Lore has it on one fateful day a couple of the coaster’s cars derailed and flew off into the ocean below. Some say people went down with the coaster car and were never found. Never mind the waters at the coaster’s edge was only ten feet deep. So, judge for yourself if the event was truth or apocryphal.
The Cyclone Racer was part of the Long Beach Pike. An amusement park just down from the Long Beach Navy base. The Pike was a favorite of the sailors and were attracted to its many amusement rides along with the midway with its bars, freak shows tattoo parlors, and girly shows.
But me, being an eleven-year-old sibling of an older brother who often dared me to do things I didn’t wish to do, wasn’t easy. Observing this frightful looking “fun ride” from afar and it’s down hill run with coaster cars full of screaming and howling kids and sailors with arms high in the air as they rapidly descended straight down to a certain fate was proof enough to run far away from this evil thing. No sir! Not me. You won’t get me on that death train. Never the less the coaster ride could help your heart rate triple its beat in just a few short minutes. No no no, not me!
However, my brother kept calling me chicken when I refused to ride on the roller coaster. Then he said he would even pay for my ride. So, I gave in and called him on his offer. But told him I would not hold my hands in the air as others do on the big downhill run. So off we went into the sky and it all was horrific as I had expected. It took everything I could to keep my bladder from unloading. Then when we finished the high-speed convoluted twists and turns and came to the end and got off, my brother disappeared. I was determined to choke him but he ran away. All in all, I am lucky to be alive today.