Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Spinning round in circles

I never understood where merry-go-rounds got their name. I loved hopping on them but getting off was a challenge. The world would always seem different, out of control and dizzy. Nausea wasn’t uncommon after a brief ride and there was nothing particularly merry about the whole ordeal. I was just a glutton for punishment, I suppose. I never lost my love of adventure. Roller coasters were a favorite activity for years until I started becoming dizzy and nauseous after most rides, so I gave them up for lesser, but gentler thrills. Basketball, bowling, golf and hunting proved to be more soothing experiences that left my balance mostly intact, though a few bowling alleys have left me on my back