So… tell me this.
What are your thoughts about amusement parks and rides? Love ‘em? Hate ‘em? Could take or leave ‘em?
There was a time, back in the day, when I was ALL ABOUT the ride. I could not get enough of zipping, soaring, spinning, bouncing, splashing, and flipping this way and that. Even my big brother’s throwing up on me in the tilt-a-whirl when I was four couldn’t diminish my enthusiasm for the rides.
I spent all of junior high and high school going to amusement parks each summer with my best friend. We had a total blast and very much looked forward to those trips! (It was always her mom who took us; I didn’t really grow up in a big “amusement park” kind of family.)
Anyhow, so it went for many, many years. Through college and beyond? Loved the rides.
And then something happened.
I had three babies. Four pregnancies.
My equilibrium shifted.
And, now, though I still adore the roller coasters, water rides, and ferris wheels, I simply canNOT handle spinny rides. Swings? Gag. The Twister? Oh, hold me now. Even the tea cups make me grit my teeth a bit.
My kids, however, love all those rides– especially our first- and last-borns. Only our oldest is tall enough to do any of these things without an adult, however, which could leave me in a lurch.
But I married a man who can– and will– spin. Again and again and again. And, so, while I’ll happily tackle 28 flights of stairs in order to take the four-year-old on the big water slide (7 times!), I also know I can simply smile and wave when the spinning starts.
Ah, my hero. You spin me right round, baby, right round.