I'll never forget the first time, EVER, I was in the wave pool at TL.
DH says he's going deep...ok - i'll stay where I can stand
Water is almost up to my chest.
I hear the horn and this is what starts running through my head:
"Man this is cool...wow...look that swell...I wonder how they do that...why is everyone swimming away from it...omg...it's getting bigger...omg...there is a WALL OF BODIES COMING STRAIGHT AT ME...GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE...OUT OUT OUT...NOW NOW NOW...WHERE IS DH...WHO CARES...SAVE YOURSELF..."
at this point I think I've tackled like 4 kids and a nice English Guy (OY!) to get my body out of that wave pool...(ok - kidding - really, I didn't bash over kids...if I did they were bigger then me.)
I finally make it to where I can stand, make sure "the girls" are still where they should be (IN my swim top) and scan for dh.
20 mintues later DH makes it out "wasn't that fun?"
I'll be on the lazy river thank you very much. and I drag my bruised and scaped body over to the lazy river pronto.