Sometimes U Gotta Scream it OUT

I am a screamer - well, specifically at an amusement park on rollercoaster rides sending me in directions every which way forcing me to emit resonating sounds of sheer joy and fun-fear. I went to Great America with Mike J. today, and we had such a blast hitting all the major thrill-inducing rollercoasters, plus a kiddie rollercoaster named "Psycho Mouse" that was cute and just as entertaining, in addition to an X-treme Skyflyer ride I took in which they hoist you up hundreds of feet up on a huge swing-like contraption and then release you going head-first free-falling down then up again over the buildings and trees - WOW! What a complete rush, and I did it by myself as I was sent down and up primal screaming at the top of my lungs. Hee hee, actually I did this three years ago when I last went to Great America too - crazy Maile, there she goes again, hee hee. ;) Then Mike and I went on the waterslides like little kids running through the puddles, whisking down slides and screaming through unchartered territory by these two thirty-something-year-olds. Fun!