About twenty years ago, I decided something.  I decided I was done with roller coasters.  Yep, I had no use for them.  They scared me.  I had nothing to prove.  I had nothing to gain.  I did not enjoy them.  It was okay for me to walk away.

As a result, I really did not give roller coasters any thought as we headed to the State Fair.  My boys spotted a roller coaster that they wanted to ride.  We gave them some tickets and off they ran.  See ya.  Have fun.

Seconds later, our youngest returned.  With tears in his eyes, he informed us that he was in the “Yellow Zone” and he could not join his brothers on the ride.  I was confused.  Yellow Zone?  What Yellow Zone?

Well, it turns out that they now have a “Green Zone,” which means that you are tall enough to ride the roller coaster.  A “Red Zone,” which means you are too short.  The “Yellow Zone” however was new to me.  When you fall in “Yellow,” you can ride, but only with a parent.

Ah, Yellow.  That’s new to me.

Ugh.  Really?  My son however was sad.  I was the only one who could fix it.  So, I put on my big boy pants and I did it.  I rode the roller coaster.  My son smiled.  I smiled.  In this one rare instance, walking away is overrated.  For one night and one night only, I came to the rescue of my boy who was stuck in the roller coaster “Yellow Zone.” It was worth it.  Whee!