Applemomma
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Kathy and Teresa's story about facing their fears on Space Mountain reminded me of when we went for the first time in 1980. I'd never been on a rollercoaster in my life (the Tilt-A-Whirl at the county fair was about as thrilling as we got) but my 11 year old self was game to try. My poor mother.....the whole time in line some guy behind us kept talking about how someone had died on the ride the week before (pretty sure he was full of it) and my mom was reading the warning signs about heart conditions, pregnancy, etc. with a laser eye.
I don't think we clued in that the ride was in the dark until we were actually getting on it. These were the days when, as Kevin, was saying, all there was to hold you in was a fabric strap with holes in it and I sat between my mom's legs. I don't think I opened my eyes for the entire ride but about half way around I felt as though the strap was coming undone and I hollered to my mom that the seatbelt was coming loose.
That was it....right in the middle of the ride as the car we were in rocketed through "space" my mom officially lost it. I'm pretty sure the entire building could hear my mother screaming the Lord's Prayer at the top of her lungs..."OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She went through the whole prayer and while we didn't end up falling to our deaths neither one of us, 30 years later, has any desire whatsoever to enter that building again.
The bonus is that I can't hear the Lord's Prayer in church without thinking of Walt Disney World
I don't think we clued in that the ride was in the dark until we were actually getting on it. These were the days when, as Kevin, was saying, all there was to hold you in was a fabric strap with holes in it and I sat between my mom's legs. I don't think I opened my eyes for the entire ride but about half way around I felt as though the strap was coming undone and I hollered to my mom that the seatbelt was coming loose.
That was it....right in the middle of the ride as the car we were in rocketed through "space" my mom officially lost it. I'm pretty sure the entire building could hear my mother screaming the Lord's Prayer at the top of her lungs..."OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She went through the whole prayer and while we didn't end up falling to our deaths neither one of us, 30 years later, has any desire whatsoever to enter that building again.
The bonus is that I can't hear the Lord's Prayer in church without thinking of Walt Disney World
