Okay, a story about my Mom (Grammy in this tale).
I admire my mother, for many reasons. She has a very strong faith. She lives a good, honest, clean life. She has integrity. Strength. Overwhelming love for many. I am lucky to be the recipient of that love. Her grandchildren are even luckier.
As previously stated, Grammy has been to WDW exactly ONCE thirty years ago. Do any of you remember what the World was like in 1976? Yes. We had the book of tickets. I remember a few things about that first trip: Country Bear Jamboree, Swiss Family Treehouse, Its a Small World, and Space Mountain.
My mom, like most moms, tried very hard to balance protecting us as children, and exposing us to that which would make us stronger. Needless to say, a rollercoaster is the classic example of the two concepts colliding head-on. This war between holding on tight and setting us free came out in force on Space Mountain.
That trip to WDW in 1976 was my first trip to see the Mouse. I remember riding Space Mountain with my Mom. She apparently had to concede that my little sister and I were big enough to ride, at least according to Disney. BUT, she was apparently concerned that despite what they said, I was too small for the ride and was going to fly out of the rocket at some point. This was, of course, when two people sat in the same shuttle snuggly-like. Mom was directly behind me. But this was not good enough to insure that she could grab me at the last possible second and save me from hitting the third rail.
Oh no.
If you will recall, in the old rockets, there were two sets of handles, for each of the two riders. She decided she needed to hold onto the set of handles designed for the person in front (that would have been me.) This resulted in me being doubled, chin to knees, and unable to raise my head or see anything, since my Mom was draped, blanket like, over me to keep me from falling out of my rocket on that oh-so-scary ride in Space Mountain.
Newsflash Mom: We dont really blast off into Space!
Meanwhile, she could see around at all the really cool (especially then) lights and stars and such, and was laughing hysterically and screaming about how great it was. But then, my mom also laughed hysterically at Alien while her three children were hiding under the bleachers from fright (outdoor theater).
I cant wait to get back on this ride with Mom. I bet she chickens out. But I am definitely making her ride the Great Movie Ride. Lets see how funny that Alien is NOW . . .
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