I’m a little late in writing — a week and one day to be exact — but I had good reason to be missing last week.
I took a break, celebrating my dad’s 60th birthday and partaking in an annual excursion to Adventureland near Des Moines.
This is actually my son’s second trip to the amusement park in Altoona, since we lugged him around last year when he was only about a month old. He still was able to do about as much as he did last year (ride the Ferris wheel and the Chuck Wagon, a small ride that mirrors a Ferris wheel), but he seemed to have a good time. He usually just smiles and laughs at everything his sister does, so he was more than excited to watch her embark on a whole new world.
My daughter first entered the theme-park universe as a 2-year-old. We were pleasantly surprised at all the options available to her at the ripe age of 2, so we have continued to return. Thankfully she gets her height from my wife, so as a 4-year-old, she found out first-hand the thrills of the park’s biggest attractions — roller coasters.
I’m not sure who was more nervous — her or me — but after we stood by the height-measuring tool, cementing her as at least 42 inches tall, it was time to enter the adult world.
I’m not too keen on high places and speeding objects. I made a concession two years ago to ride the tea cups. That was quite the nerve-racking decision. Roller coasters, on the other hand, are an entirely different beast. My daughter was almost too excited to contain, so we marched up the steps, stood in line and proceeded to get measured by the ride operator.