As Cassidy says, “I’m all for the eradication of fear.”
And I give you permission to laugh at me during and after you read this post, but I think maybe you’ll understand that we all fear different scenarios and experiences, and different levels and layers of those experiences. Different triggers. Different outcomes. What has me quaking in my boots? Might be something you did when you were ten. Or maybe when you were four-years-old.
The line was long and I had ample time to chicken out. It didn’t help that I saw two kids in front of me get spooked and turn back around. And the family behind me had to leave because of an unfortunate urine incident. I had a lot of time to suss out my ride peers, and even to realize that many of them were around four to six-years-old. And that my daughter had already been on this ride twice with Cassidy. None of that mattered because I had seen the warning signs that said, “This is a glider-style ROLLER COASTER.” And I had only seen half of the ride when I photographed Cassidy and Scarlet on it. What happened during the other half of that hidden loop of the flying dinosaur ride? Spinning? Speeding? Falling? Climbing? I mean, what, really? I had stood in line long enough to see people go off on their merry way, only to come back two minutes later. It was a short ride. Without enough time to get eaten by an animatronic T-Rex. Then again, the people who made this ride made “Jurassic Park.”
That fact did not go unnoticed by me!
Perhaps, their imaginations weren’t even as keen as mine was. Keen by fear. Slightly paralyzed by fear.
So to the front of the line we went. More signs warned of skipping the ride if you get motion sick (I don’t), get dizzy (well, a little), are pregnant (heck no), fear accelerated speed (yes), fear climbing (no), fear dinosaurs (sometimes), have high blood pressure or heart conditions (don’t think so), or get ridiculously anxious about seemingly small things, while feeling no fear at all of shark and eel-filled tunnels. The same tunnel that Jaws broke into in Jaw 3. (that last one wasn’t on the warning sign)
Anyway. *You weren’t supposed to see a SeaWorld photo yet. So..shhh..
Back to the ride and anxiety at hand. My mind rambled then. My mind rambles now. She had been on the ride twice already and still she clutched my hand. She wanted a hug. Wait, she was scared? Oh. I have to be brave. She wants to see me be brave. One of her biggest wishes of this second day at Universal Studios was that “Mama would wise up and get the heck on the ride I want to go on with her.” Well, she didn’t say it like that but she did repeatedly say she wanted me to ride with her. There was no way out. Why would I want a way out? I put her in the front of the ride, buckled her, and then got in myself. Heart beating faster.
One grin and a thumbs up to the adorable French teenager helping us on, and we were off.
Yeah, so..no one thought to take a photo of me doing this. Really? Granted, they probably didn’t know the internal anxiety dialogue I was having just to GET ON THE FREAKIN’ RIDE WITH MY KID, but still. A little help here, next time? Cassidy will have to be my stand-in even though he probably looks calmer than I did when it was my turn. This was what the ride looked like:
And what did it feel like? It felt like out-of-control, where-is-my-stomach, letting-go, let-it-go, heaven. And hell.
And I’d do it again. Now that I know. What it feels like to be brave. In small, laughable doses. That are oh so big to me.
There were a few parts where the glider, coaster thingy didn’t just go straight ahead. It swung from side to side.
I didn’t love that. It felt too crazy. Each time, though, it stopped. Of course.
And we settled down, after Jurassic Park, into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and Seuss Landing.
Scarlet screamed and cried on E.T. (which I loved) but went on this roller coaster four times in a row:
And the jury’s still out on this little one.
We all fear different things, and we’re all made brave in different ways too.
You may laugh at me, but on my end, something big happened. I let go. I flew. Literally!
So I celebrated the best way I knew how – a butterbeer and fish and chips at the Three Broomsticks.
*Special endnote: These are my photos from Universal Studios, and I have yet to post about Disney World and SeaWorld. I planned to finish uploading all of the photos over the weekend, but life happened. We bought our very first king-sized bed! (high five there for the fact that we finally have sleeping room for Cassidy’s six feet tall legs, Scarlet’s starfish sleeping position for when she joins us at 6:00 am sometimes, our future puppy, kitten, pony, goldfish, and baby moose all in one bed.) For the rest of the weekend, I wanted to spend time with just the family. So as much as I am a blogging/commenting/photo uploading machine, I wanted to spread out my photos from the trip, to re-live them for another week, and to not rush them when I finally get them off my camera. It will most likely be next Monday! I have special co-hosting duties the rest of this week. Stay tuned for all!