Sunday, August 30, 2009

amusement park fail

I've never been one for cold weather activities. My family and I are like birds, we fly south in the winter. Therefore our vacations included either Orlando, Ft. Lauderdale or Miami. I've already told the story of the day my bladder control went to shit. Oh you know, when my dad made me wait for over forty miles before stopping to let me pee? Yea, that was awesome, and I still maintain, a form a child abuse. Well no worries, this is not another story about my tiny bladder.

One year, when I was approximately six years old, my family opted for MGM Studios over Disney. I had made it very clear to my parents that under no circumstances can we leave the park until I go on the Honey I Shrunk the Kids ride. So, my older brother and I were gathering autographs in our little books. I was in hog heaven when I saw April and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I turned to my brother and said "Wait! I need Raphael's autograph!". The next thing I know I am in the middle of a crowd and my family is nowhere to be found. Crap.

So you know how parents always tell their kids, "If you get lost just stay where you are so that we can find you?", yea well I wandered around looking for my parents. I saw a police car and sat down on a bench waiting for an officer to come around. That would have been a great idea if it'd been a real cop car instead of it being part of "a set" in the park. So I sat on a bench, crying hysterically. Not one person asked me if I was lost, or okay, or anything like that.

So I got up and continued wandering around. All of a sudden I hear someone yelling my name. It's my dad! My family didn't desert me at MGM Studios! I have no idea how he found me. All he's ever said was that he just followed his daddy sense and that's how he located me out of the thousands of kids that were in the park that day. So he picks up my hysterically crying self up, gets me a huge ice cream cone and takes me back to my mom and brothers.

The first thing I said to my mom when we were reunited, inbetween sobs, was "Can I p-p-please go on the Honey I Shrunk the Kids ride?". My mom looked at me and told me that she was really sorry, but that the park was closing soon and we had to go back to the hotel. Turns out I'd been missing for a long time. Just then, my older brother leans over to me and goes "I got to ride on all the rides looking for you," and he twisted the knife a little bit more by following with, "and I even got to go on Honey I Shrunk the Kids... three times."

To this day I am still bitter about that I never got to experience that damn ride. That and the fact that my brother definitely intentionally walked away from me in the hopes of losing me forever at MGM Studios.

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