I used to love the Ferris Wheel. Well, I used to love ALL the rides, but every year as I've gotten older my tolerance has gotten less and less. I had NO tolerance this year at ALL.
But it's not so much the ride that bothers me. It's the shaking of the cart. It's the thought that any moment my cart is going to come unbolted and send us crashing to the ground. Its the thought of getting stuck and having to be rescued from the very top. It's the thought...well, I'm sure you get the picture.
I was excited for my ride on the Ferris Wheel as it was the only ride I was going to go on. I hate the sick feeling and headache I get after the rides and was just going to stick to taking pictures this year. Started feeling anxious as I got on the cart and by the first half turn I was panicking. No really---I have pictures:
Oh geez...I'm sitting next to her and she's going to throw up.
HEY!! People really CAN turn green!! (T DOES seem a bit concerned about me, doesn't he?)
LOOK AT MOM!!
I did finally relax a bit and look out the cart just as we were making our last loop around and pulling in to get off.
I was kind of aware they were taking pictures, but I thought they were of the VIEW and not so much me. Oh well. And I'm not sure what happened to my hair...it looked really nice when I left our house at 5:30 that morning. Err...or maybe it didn't and I just THOUGHT it did! That's what 2 full days at the fair, lack of sleep, and a near death experience on the ferris wheel will do to you.
Next year, I am JUST taking pictures...they can go on it without me. Getting old stinks.