My first encounter with roller coasters was at Cedar Point. I forgot the name of the roller coaster, but after seeing how far up I went, I never wanted to see another roller coaster ever again.
Six years later, when I went to Six Flags over Georgia (I think that's the name, correct me if I'm wrong), I had matured and roller coasters didn't seem so scary. Maybe because they weren't actually tall compared to what I saw, but whatever. I went crazy, going on almost all the roller coasters there. I'm not sure of the number, but it was about 10, maybe 12. But that was the most exciting experience I ever had.