My Thoughtless Wonderland

Returning To Cedar Point Amusement Park, Where My Feet Work More Than My Head

The story goes that once I learned to walk, I ran. My friends joke that even when I’m sitting still, I’m bouncing in anticipation of the next sprint I’ll make to the bus stop or the Metro station.

My father gave me a craving for adrenaline. I was six when he first took me to the place I still consider the motherland of thrills, a spit of land off the coast of Lake Erie that remains Ohio’s only redeeming element: Cedar Point Amusement Park. Located in the northern Ohio city of …