The people of my generation prefer the wilder side of fun,
With crashing turns and the promise of a turbulent ride of any kind.
I think to myself with the dizziness sinking in as the world spun,
How delightful it was to travel against the wind!

The outburst of mirth was unquenchable,
O, it felt as if we were racing through heaven!
Small, boring rides were no longer acceptable.
One, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN!

And here we go, off into the azure skies,
Reckless emotion and happiness overwhelming all at once,
With Earth, for some split-seconds, we severed all ties.
What troubled me was gravity's absence.

The screams of delight ringed in our ears,
All through the memories in years!