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No really, that's what the family calls it. *cracks knuckles* So let me give the retelling of one of my most horrible travel trips ever. Even worst then getting food posioning and getting lost on my first flight ever.
It happened years ago. I think I was about ten years old or so. My mom decided to take me and my sister to Water Safari - a waterpark about two hours from my place. We also invited my aunt Carol and her three daughters with us. So off we went having PB&J sandwhiches in the car for lunch.
As we always start at Water Safari we went though Fairy Tale lane first. A little town full of houses and statues of fairy tales. My favorite was always the crocked old man's house and sitting in the cute little crocked chair. While doing this I started to feel hot and tired, but too excited to be at the park to care.
The next thing we always do is hit the few dry rides they have and then spend rest of the day on the water rides. The first first ride we decided on was the tilt-a-wril (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tilt-A-Whirl
) which is one of my all time favorite rides. I was sat down in the ride between my cousin Michelle and Janelle. The ride got going and soon after it started I realized I had made a horrible mistake and started begging to get off. Michelle and Janelle yelled to try to get the operator attention, but it was too late. I ended up throwing up our yummy lunch. I still feel bad for them.
Got off the ride and cleaned up and mom took my tempture - 101F with a red itchy throat. Guess who we later found out had strept throat? So our moms took us to the water park area because I really need to cool down. Also because everyone (even me) were horrified that they were going to take us home after only going on ONE ride. So it was a compromise. We'd go to the waterpark area and cool off while they got extra drinks and such for the ride home so I didn't overheat on the drive home.
Too bad. That wasn't a good idea.
Our favorite thing at that age was what was called: The kiddy car wash. It was this big square that you ran through with sponges you ran through and sprinklers squirting at you. So we kept running through that over and over until our parents were ready to go. I remember following behind Michelle and after one of our MANY run throughs she was just climbing out and going to turn around to go back to the beginning and I still to this day can remember the sight of her falling and the SCREAM that followed it.
She had slipped on a blue mat just outside the exit. When she fell she knocked her chin and shot her tooth through her top lip. I was climbing out and saw some man scoop her up and go running off with her. He sat her on a chair and by the time I caught up there was a crowd of people around her. I still remember pushing my way into the center to see my cousin laying there SCREAMING blood smeared all over her face.
Found out later that at first our parents didn't know at first where we had gone off too. They had been watching of course, they just didn't realize at first that it had been Michelle who had fallen because it had happened so fast. It wasn't until they saw me running off and no Michelle with me did they panic. Grabbing up the my younger sister and cousin before they could catch up.
Trip ended up with Michelle, lucky enough to not need stitches, but with a fat lip and me shivering in the back of the car and throwing up in a bucket all the way home.
Wonderful, wonderful trip really.