The world's scariest carnival ride
...at least it was always to me and my family. Our summers were spent at Sylvan Beach, New York, also Verona Beach, next door, but I'm not going to get into that right now. Our summer days turned to weeks without care. Every day brought new adventures and many of those adventures, if we were lucky, led us to a to the Sylvan Beach midway. The rides, games, and arcade games were aging, but the place was magic to us. In my youngest days I remember the kiddie rides area where I wondered why anyone would want more than these rides made just for me, especially that torpedo ride that really flew, four foot off the ground and connected to a big central arm, working pistols, that made shooting noises, and you could ride backwards or forwards with your best friend, or if need be sister. The park was unique in that each area had a different owner. Our family had the good fortune of my father having a sister, my Aunt Phyllis, whose husband, Uncle Bernie, owned a good portion of the back part ...