“LET’S GO ON THAT ride,” said my son last summer, pointing to an enclosed, tallish white building, hexagon-shaped, with three flights of stairways leading to a mysterious entrance. We were at Canobie Lake amusement park in New Hampshire, my first time there, and I was having a good day because my son, 8 years old, was unleashing some bravery he didn’t know he had. A half-hour before he had surprised me by wanting to go on a log ride with a wicked 40-foot drop. Drenched and happy, he was up for more.
“Sure! Let’s do it,” I said, riding the momentum, unsure what I was saying yes to. There wasn’t a long line, so why not?
The sign on the front of the building said, “Turkish Twist,” the letters styled…