Dumbo, Scared-O
In the photography class that I am currently taking, someone posted a picture from the Disneyland ride, Dumbo. It brought back a world of memories- of Disneyworld and their Dumbo ride. My Floyd grandparents lived in Tampa when I was a growing up. And many times, when we would go visit, we would go to Disneyworld (mind you it was much smaller and much cheaper then).
Dumbo was one of my favorite rides. There was a button you could push and it would make you go up and down while going in circles. Dad would let me have control over the button. . . and I suppose that really fueled my love fo this ride- as I was in control. We would go up and down and up and down.
Then, one time, my mom decided to ride with me. I suppose it was probably because Dad rode with my brother. I commenced to doing my part of making the ride enjoyable. . . pushing the button and making sure we went up and down.
Problem is, my mom is a scared-e-cat when it comes to heights and rides. She did not like it very much, not much at all. I, of course, was promptly told to stop making our ride so “enjoyable”.
I vowed then and there to never ride Dumbo with Mom again. . . She just wasn’t any fun.
I haven’t been to Disneyworld in ages. . . Epcot was brand new the last time we went. But even if I get to go again- I will not ride Dumbo with my mom. I’m not even sure I’d ride it with Cody either- I can tell you know that he most likely just would not get it.
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