This morning we are heading to Silverwood Theme Park with my sister, Laura, and her family! Last winter Honeybee was given tickets for her entire family, which we saved until September when crowds would be sparse. The forecast is for rain, but we don’t care – I was born in Seattle after all.
Now that my nephew is a freshman at the University of Idaho, it is much easier to persuade my sister and her family to visit. Besides, it’s Dad’s Weekend, and Silverwood will be much more fun than playing golf. I’m quite happy that Caleb chose UI since we are enjoying having him near and besides, I’m going to see my sister much more often.
Although I’m still humiliated by this memory, I think of it every time Silverwood comes to mind. I may not have told you this, but I have an intense fear of heights — I just don’t do them. Several years ago when we went to Silverwood, I decided to be very brave and got on this ride (above) with Rusty. I was nervous as we went up in the air, but then the ride stopped with us at the top to load more people, and continued to stop for each successive car. My anxiety went through the roof. I was practicing slow breathing, telling myself I was perfectly safe, but I was miserable. No laughing, you can’t tell from the picture how high this ride is — really, it’s very high! I decided there was no way I could endure it, even for the sake of my attempt at being a “fun mom”, so as our “parachute” approached the guy operating the ride, I gestured to him to stop, and yes, I actually got off.
How’s that for embarrassing? This time I think I’ll stick to rides that are low to the ground. Little Man and I are going to have a great time!
Anybody else have a good amusement park story?
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