
Originally Posted by
counterspade
Another one was a local carnival ride called the Gravitron or Gravitrax...can't remember its name. if any of you have heard of it. It didn't break down, but I was the one who caused it to come to an emergency stop. I was nine and my mother had just bought me a GAP hoodie that was way too big not long before. I begged to go on the ride, so she let me. I picked a spot far away from others and waited for it to start. For those who aren't familiar with it, it's a ride where you're spinning and you're basically glued to the panels due to the force of motion. The panels then begin to move up and down, but not all together. There was the problem. Being so young, the hoodie sleeves were way too long, and the right one managed to get stuck between the panel I was on and the one next to me. Seeing as I was stuck against the wall, I couldn't move my arm enough to get the fabric out of the space. The panel next to me went up and my arm went with it. It wasn't that bad and no one noticed, so I didn't say anything. Then my panel went up, but my jacket didn't nearly pulling my arm downward out of its socket. I screamed bloody murder, and the operator, who doubled as a fake-ass DJ hit the emergency stop which caused us all to regain our stability, sending me crashing to the ground once my panel came down. I hauled ass out of there in tears, dodging all the people asking if I was okay. I stayed off all the other rides that night, and refuse to go on that one again. XD