I’ve always been afraid of heights. Well, not always, I think I might have developed it after a weird series of falling dreams I had in my 20’s, mostly involving bridges. I don’t have any problem being on a cliff and looking down, hell, I used to jump off rocks that were almost 20-30 feet in the air when I was a kid into lakes and the ocean. I think it’s the possibility of a bridge or a tower just collapsing that’s screwed me around these things.
this coming from a guy who has to go over the Tappan Zee Bridge to work every single day.
So, we went to Dorney Park in PA this weekend, and let me tell you, I was psyched. Not only that, but it was EMPTY!!! Think it was a combo of the cold weather and the jewish holiday. Anyway, the kids and I were running right onto several of the better rides, at least the one that Gilli could ride – she’s only 49 inches and some of them are 52 & 56 inches minimum. There was a cool one that Aidan and his friend wanted to go on, that we realized was too tall for Gillian, so I told her we could go ride anything she wanted to go while the boys went on the ride they ran onto.
She chose the Dominator. A 200 foot tower that brings you all the way up to the top, slowly of course, and has this huge release of pressure once you’re there, FREAKING you out that something just broke. I am trying not to let it get to me, but every atom of my being is about this >< close to ripping off the harness and jumping because that’ll be safer. On the outside, I’m talking to Gillian, asking her how exciting she thinks this is, how much fun it’s going to be when it drooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooops.
Thank god that’s over. This ride is one of the things that freaks me to no end. And you know what? My daughter will never know, nor could she tell because I’m a big fat faker and told her how much I loved it. I went on a ride that absolutely petrifies me because my daughter wanted to.
Again…Thank god that’s over. Man, the things we do for our kids.