Space Mountain has a place in my heart like no other ride, and this is why:
My first trip to the World was around 1993, and I knew nothing about it beforehand. I was about seven, and didn't even realise that WDW was three different parks. We went to MK first, and went straight to Splash Mountain, which was still pretty new. Even at seven I was a serious rollercoaster adrenaline junkie, but I didn't know Space Mountain was there.
Then we rode the TTA (I know it wasn't called that then!) and as soon as I caught a glimpse of the Space Mountain cars, I was a child possessed. I had to go on that ride RIGHT NOW! So my dad took me on, and I loved everything about it.
I loved the queue, that really made me feel like I was travelling into outer space.
I LOVED the in-queue entertainment, the galactic TV broadcasts, that felt like the distant future.
I loved the blast-off part with the lights and the tunnel.
And of course, I loved the whole ride. At that time, at that age, it was the wildest and scariest rollercoaster I'd ever been on. I fell completely in love with it (for about four months afterwards I used to replay the whole thing in my head each night, so I wouldn't forget it). It's probably to blame for my entire sci-fi obsession, actually.
I'm planning a WDW trip at the moment but I'm reluctant to commit myself until I get some inkling of when they're taking Space Mountain down for refurb.
I know it's unusual to be so romantic and poetic about a ride, but this was one of the high points and defining moments of my childhood, and the love affair has never ended!
				
			My first trip to the World was around 1993, and I knew nothing about it beforehand. I was about seven, and didn't even realise that WDW was three different parks. We went to MK first, and went straight to Splash Mountain, which was still pretty new. Even at seven I was a serious rollercoaster adrenaline junkie, but I didn't know Space Mountain was there.
Then we rode the TTA (I know it wasn't called that then!) and as soon as I caught a glimpse of the Space Mountain cars, I was a child possessed. I had to go on that ride RIGHT NOW! So my dad took me on, and I loved everything about it.
I loved the queue, that really made me feel like I was travelling into outer space.
I LOVED the in-queue entertainment, the galactic TV broadcasts, that felt like the distant future.
I loved the blast-off part with the lights and the tunnel.
And of course, I loved the whole ride. At that time, at that age, it was the wildest and scariest rollercoaster I'd ever been on. I fell completely in love with it (for about four months afterwards I used to replay the whole thing in my head each night, so I wouldn't forget it). It's probably to blame for my entire sci-fi obsession, actually.
I'm planning a WDW trip at the moment but I'm reluctant to commit myself until I get some inkling of when they're taking Space Mountain down for refurb.
I know it's unusual to be so romantic and poetic about a ride, but this was one of the high points and defining moments of my childhood, and the love affair has never ended!

 
				 
 
		 I had my first real hangover the next day and it ruined my trip to MK.  We stood in line for at least 45 minutes to ride Space Mountain.  I was feeling sicker and sicker.  Then the ride went down and we all got out of line.  I remember feeling relieved because I didn't think I would make it through the ride.  This was back when you could actually see the ride while standing in the queue and it was starting to unnerve me.  I could hear all the screams and see all the flashing lines and the sides of the car.  I spent the rest of the day in the infirmary.
  I had my first real hangover the next day and it ruined my trip to MK.  We stood in line for at least 45 minutes to ride Space Mountain.  I was feeling sicker and sicker.  Then the ride went down and we all got out of line.  I remember feeling relieved because I didn't think I would make it through the ride.  This was back when you could actually see the ride while standing in the queue and it was starting to unnerve me.  I could hear all the screams and see all the flashing lines and the sides of the car.  I spent the rest of the day in the infirmary.  Not fun!
 Not fun!
 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		
 Lesson learned as far as that goes.
 Lesson learned as far as that goes. 
 
		 
	 
 
		 
 
		 Remember, Space Mountain was much darker back then and I was scared to death and glad when the ride was over.  Somehow I had gotten a cut on my ankle and had to head to first aid.   I have only been on it a few times since -- I really don't care for it at all.  Too herky jerky.  I wish they had a headrest or something!!
   Remember, Space Mountain was much darker back then and I was scared to death and glad when the ride was over.  Somehow I had gotten a cut on my ankle and had to head to first aid.   I have only been on it a few times since -- I really don't care for it at all.  Too herky jerky.  I wish they had a headrest or something!!   
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		







 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		