On Saturday, August 28 I took Emma on her 1st trip to Six-Flags over Texas in Arlington. We met my Brother and his son Roman there. Just to give you a little background I have not been to an amusement park to ride the various rides in about 10 years. In those 10 years I’ve had two children and developed various little aches and pains for no reason at all. I went assuming that my brother and I would just stand back and watch the two very young and sturdy children ride all the crazy rides. Well, I don’t have to tell you what happens when you make assumptions. My brother wanted to ride everything as well…ugh! For the most part I did really well. I did discover that I have zero tolerance for rides that spin. I did not barf but if that spinning bull had not stopped when it did there would have been some very mad and stinky Six-Flag guests. I had a feeling I would feel my little trip the next morning but I was not prepared for just how badly my body hurt that Sunday morning. I had aches and pains in places I didn’t even know existed within my body. I kept asking myself “what in the world where you thinking Brandie?” all day long as I popped another Motrin to manage my pain. All this to say that I will never again get on another amusement park ride…it just simply is not worth it. Emma did have a great time and is completely fearless when it comes to that kind of stuff. I was so happy that she was not tall enough to ride a few things because I don’t know if my nerve would have held up on a couple of them. It was much better to have her disappointed because she’s short than because her mommy is a huge chicken.
