This past Sunday, the chilluns and I headed over to Disney's California Adventure for a few hours, just because (yes, I finally broke down and bought annual passes, so now I am determined to get my money's worth).
Some anguish - despite bravely waiting in the line, at the last moment, my Dolly Girl broke into tears and simply could not face going on California Screamin', a roller coaster that features a 360-degree loop. The loop got her - despite her scientific mind and all that she knows about centrifugal force, she was just too scared to do it. Mind you, she thought the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror was a blast (and it is, actually) and the last time we went to Dollywood in Tennessee, she and I rode Thunderhead, a HUGE wooden roller coaster, some 8 times in a row . . . but it did not have a loop, you see.
We had a discussion about this. Kate has decided there are three things that frighten her:
1. Roller coasters that, at some point, have you upside down.
2. Small elevators.
Does the last one surprise you? I can see that - those baby dolls with the dead eyes staring straight ahead, and the irrationally terrifying thought that it might just suddenly turn its head of its own accord and stare straight at you. And smile. *Shudder!*
This must be genetic, since I have my own irrational fears. My top three are:
1. Dark water.
2. Touching a fish or seeing a dead one.
3. Realistic dinosaurs.
Now, I suspect some of you are looking at that last one, thinking WTF?!?!? The movie Jurraisic Park scares the crapola outta me. In fact, I was quite embarrassed the last time I was at Universal Studios as I was on a boondoggle with business colleagues and fell apart, screaming like a little girl, on the ride based on the movie. The big T. Rex at the end? Didn't see it - eyes were shut too tightly.
Look, we all have rational fears. No one wants to discover the lump on their breast, no one likes driving in very inclement weather, no one wants to hear "that strange noise" downstairs in the middle of the night. But I think life is a little more fun with strange quirks like this. Sure, it means I will never become a certified scuba diver, and Katie hopefully will become the mother of boys some day, but we can live with that. She might even outgrow the upside-down roller coaster phobia some day, or not. But the good thing about these fears? They allow us to laugh at ourselves. And that helps us with the very real ones that we must face in life.
Excuse me now. I think I hear a goldfish coming . . .