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I remember a riding a rollercoaster in England, think it was called The Big One. It had a sixty-metre drop which caused riders to experience 3.5 g-forces. I remember tightening my arse like I was training to be an astronaut. Now, imagine falling into a canyon one-thousand metres deep whilst gripping on to an eighty-ton behemoth. Maths isn’t my cuppa but trust me when I say, it’s fast and furious.
We fall and my body lifts off Littlefoot. I dig my nails into the dinosaur’s scales and hold on for dear life. Indeterminate screams echo and the world becomes a blur, until gravity resumes and I almost black out. I lose my grip and slide off the side of Littlefoot, landing with a thump on the dirt below.
My head is pounding and a metallic taste enters my mouth. I reach for my face and feel
