Ironically, the ride that scared me the most actually got me interested in coasters: the old wooden Wild Mouse at Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk. I used to be scared of the Giant Dipper, but then I rode the Mouse. The way the cars leaned over on the hairpin turns,and the old "double dip" that threatened to hurtle you into the Pacific, where hungry sharks no doubt lay in wait, convinced me that the Dipper couldn't possibly be as terrifying.