Coastin’


“Sy you wanna’ go on a Different Ride? One that’s faster than those other ones and is outside in the sun?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s a Rollercoaster about Goofy. Goofy’s Barnhouse or something like that. There it goes!”

“Yeah! It looks like a plane! It looks fast!”

::jump ahead 20 minutes to us on the coaster climbing upwards::

“Go Tell it on the mountain! Over the Hills and EVERYWHERE!”

“You’re funny Sy; here comes the drop.”

“…!”

::laughter::

“D-Daddy…?”

“Don’t worry Sy, I got you.”

“I am. Not. Fond. Of. This. Ride!”

::jump ahead 42 seconds as we walk off the ride::

“So Sy, do you like Rollercoasters?”

“No. I don’t. That was horrible.”

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6 responses to “Coastin’”

  1. My son shares my love of coasters. I didn’t get him on them until he was a bit older, though. He rode his first one, King’s Dominion’s Ricochet, when he was about six and that soured him on roller coasters at first. The next year he tried Busch Gardens’ Big Bad Wolf and Loch Ness Monster and loved them. My next goal is to coax him into riding Apollo’s Chariot with us, but so far, no dice.

  2. Darrel: Those rides look horrifying; you guys must have brass down below. Consider it a mutant ability.

    MCF: His clenched teeth while saying it on a turn was excellent.

  3. Each time my kids and I have a conversation about Space Mountain, my son never remembers it. I found out recently, he had his eyes closed the whole ride. Oh well…