I planned to finish uploading all of the photos over the weekend, but life happened. * Special endnote: These are my photos from Universal Studios, and I have yet to post about Disney World and SeaWorld. So I celebrated the best way I knew how – a butterbeer and fish and chips at the Three Broomsticks.
You may laugh at me, but on my end, something big happened. We all fear different things, and we’re all made brave in different ways too. (which I loved) but went on this roller coaster four times in a row:Īnd the jury’s still out on this little one. Of course.Īnd we settled down, after Jurassic Park, into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and Seuss Landing. There were a few parts where the glider, coaster thingy didn’t just go straight ahead. This was what the ride looked like:Īnd what did it feel like? It felt like out-of-control, where-is-my-stomach, letting-go, let-it-go, heaven. A little help here, next time? Cassidy will have to be my stand-in even though he probably looks calmer than I did when it was my turn. Really? Granted, they probably didn’t know the internal anxiety dialogue I was having just to GET ON THE FREAKIN’ RIDE WITH MY KID, but still. Yeah, so.no one thought to take a photo of me doing this. One grin and a thumbs up to the adorable French teenager helping us on, and we were off. Why would I want a way out? I put her in the front of the ride, buckled her, and then got in myself.
One of her biggest wishes of this second day at Universal Studios was that “Mama would wise up and get the heck on the ride I want to go on with her.” Well, she didn’t say it like that but she did repeatedly say she wanted me to ride with her. She had been on the ride twice already and still she clutched my hand. So.shhh.īack to the ride and anxiety at hand. *You weren’t supposed to see a SeaWorld photo yet. (that last one wasn’t on the warning sign)Īnyway. The same tunnel that Jaws broke into in Jaw 3. More signs warned of skipping the ride if you get motion sick (I don’t), get dizzy (well, a little), are pregnant (heck no), fear accelerated speed (yes), fear climbing (no), fear dinosaurs (sometimes), have high blood pressure or heart conditions (don’t think so), or get ridiculously anxious about seemingly small things, while feeling no fear at all of shark and eel-filled tunnels. Perhaps, their imaginations weren’t even as keen as mine was. Then again, the people who made this ride made “Jurassic Park.” Without enough time to get eaten by an animatronic T-Rex. What happened during the other half of that hidden loop of the flying dinosaur ride? Spinning? Speeding? Falling? Climbing? I mean, what, really? I had stood in line long enough to see people go off on their merry way, only to come back two minutes later. None of that mattered because I had seen the warning signs that said, “This is a glider-style ROLLER COASTER.” And I had only seen half of the ride when I photographed Cassidy and Scarlet on it. And that my daughter had already been on this ride twice with Cassidy.
I had a lot of time to suss out my ride peers, and even to realize that many of them were around four to six-years-old. And the family behind me had to leave because of an unfortunate urine incident. It didn’t help that I saw two kids in front of me get spooked and turn back around. The line was long and I had ample time to chicken out. What has me quaking in my boots? Might be something you did when you were ten. As Cassidy says, “I’m all for the eradication of fear.”Īnd I give you permission to laugh at me during and after you read this post, but I think maybe you’ll understand that we all fear different scenarios and experiences, and different levels and layers of those experiences.
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