Brian Kolling

One of the most frightening moments of my life occurred when I was 6 years old.

I was with my family at Disneyland in California and I went with my mom on a hot-air balloon ride – not a real hot-air balloon, mind you, but a “balloon” car that was attached to a mechanical pulley.

The ride took a couple minutes ascending slowly above the amusement park until we could see for miles all around.