I get motion sick. I get motion sick BAD. When I took the boat out to look at the wreckage at Pearl Harbor, I laid on the floor of the boat, with a bag. (With people stepping over me!) I begged to be allowed to swim back to shore, rather than endure another boat ride. It’s so bad that I can’t even take my children on the merry-go-round without ending up sick.
So, you can guess, I am certain, the end result of my Aunt insisting that I should ride with her on the Tilt-a-Whirl. This tool of torture has something that resembles half a barrel, with seats, basically a steering wheel in the center of it and a cage door to keep all its victims held captive. All of this is planted firmly on a tilting, spinning platform. Despite my grand protests, my Aunt decided I could endure this “short” little ride. Suffice it to say, she was wrong. The people in the little barrels surrounding mine could attest to that as well. Please note, I have found when you are hit with flying…bodily emissions when on a carnival ride, the intensity of your enjoyment is diminished significantly. Read the rest of this entry ?
