Today is my niece Esther’s birthday. We celebrated this past weekend with a trip to Worlds of Fun (the local amusement park – think Six Flags). Esther loves any and every ride. She reminds me of myself when I was younger. I LOVED roller coasters. I can remember the first time I was tall enough to ride the Orient Express – I was so excited I couldn’t sleep the night before. The Orient Express no longer exists, it has been replaced by a far superior coaster The Patriot (more on that later). I still very much enjoy roller coasters. The problem is the older I’ve gotten the more susceptible to motion sickness I have become. As we were walking up to the park, it occurred to me – last time I came here, I took motion sickness medicine… Hmmm, didn’t think to do that this time around. Don’t have any with me, and don’t want to pay the astronomical price that I’m sure they sell it for here in the park. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll be fine – I’ll just follow ‘the rules’.
What are the rules you ask? They are quite simple – basically don’t ride on anything that:
1) spins you around in a circle.
2) causes you to move backwards, or
3) inhibits your ability to see where you are going. (These would include any rides in the dark, or sitting in one of the back rows of a suspended coaster, or as my friend Mikaela would call them – a feet dangly ride)
You can ride a lot while still following ‘the rules’. Of course Cyclone Sam’s is definitely out, as it breaks all 3 rules. I didn’t enjoy that one last time even with the motion sickness med, so I wasn’t too upset about it.
The day went perfectly. The weather couldn’t have been better, the kids had a great time, no complaints. The adults were all having quite a bit of fun as well. I rode the Mamba, and The Detonator twice. I even convinced my mother to ride on The Patriot with me (a feet dangly ride). We reminisced about when I was young. She was apprehensive about going, but I convinced her she’d enjoy it. We rode in the very front row – well worth the extra wait, and my mother ended up LOVING it! As did I. We moved on to other rides, I’m feeling just fine.
Just as we were getting ready to wrap up the day at the park, my sister-in-law notices – from the top of the ferris wheel that there is no line for The Patriot, and we should go one last time. So we do, except that in a moment of weakness I decide it would be fine to ride in the 4th row, even though I won’t be able to see in front of me very well. I get off, I’m not feeling so well, but we are leaving the park, so not too big of a deal. Except we have at least a 30 minute drive to get home, which turned into a 45 minute drive, as I was the last to be dropped off. The cure for motion sickness is standing still, not riding around in car. Finally, I’m home, although still feeling pretty horrible. I go inside, and hesitate before pushing the button on the elevator… Will this elevator ride do me in? I think about it, certainly not, and the stairs are a long way away and there are 4 flights of them. I can handle the elevator. I push the button, I get in. The doors close, and immediately I get the undeniable feeling that something is going to be coming back up. I start praying, please God, just let me make it to the bathroom in my apartment, please God just let me make it to the bathroom in my apartment… I did make it, although it did involve a drop everything and run moment. I felt much better after though :), and I immediately put on my pj’s and got in bed – at 8:30. Worlds of Fun did me in.
I think this means I’m officially old. Happy Birthday Esther – enjoy the coasters while you can!