deb, that ride scared the bejeesus out of me. Some idiot ride operator let me get in one by myself at 10. I rattled around in it like a seed in a dried gourd. The safety bar couldn't hold me in place and I kept sliding out from under it. I had to use my arms to brace myself in a handstand every time it went upside down. Plus, it looked like the cotter pin that held the cover closed was just going to slide out everytime I pushed on the screen. And the amazing thing is? When I was 14, I got back on with a friend and had a blast with it.
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Sail, this is the Wonder Wheel - at the time, at least, it was the world's largest ferris wheel.
It took me years to forgive my brother. They got us down sometime after midnight.
Right, I'll not be sharing roller coaster rides with deb anytime soon. I like the wooden coasters. The ones that rattle.
Nope, mine wasn't even remotely ferris wheel like. It had cars that spun at a 90 degree angle to the plane of motion. It had a "steering wheel" that allowed you to turn it (if your arms were long enough to hold onto it, you weren't sliding out frum under the bar and you weren't a 60 pound weakling) either direction. A blast with two teenagers who could muscle the wheel around. NSM with just me.
We had no control over it. None, nada, zip, zilch. I hate rides with a stone solid passion, but that was the first time I remember going on a ride, and you have to admit, as a stellar way to turn someone off the idea for the rest of their fucking life, a five hour-plus power outage under those circs takes the cake.
No coasters. No ferris wheels. If I want to go on a ride, I climb into Ripper, or saddle a horse.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
connie, I tried to send you some comments on that story a few days ago, but I got an "unable to deliver due to being unable to connect to destination mail server" error.
Deb, I sent comments back to you the other day.
Wow.
Just read the essay about Gram to my mom to make sure it was okay to publish. When I finished, she smiled and said, "I think you just wrote her eulogy. It's perfect."
I may stop crying over here, eventually.
Um...these are the kids who did the cover of "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" on the Lilo & Stitch DVD, yes?
The very same, yes.
Aw, rats. I thought I had a good drabble going about an upside down card in a Rorschach test, and then I realized it was just an old joke resurfacing. It came from either Catch-22 or The Right Stuff (or maybe both), but I don't have either one handy to look it up.