This is just a little warning, I am a bit of a Disney fanatic, child at heart, big kid, all of that. Disneyland is one of my favorite places on the planet. I forget about all my problems, worries and whatever and just act like a kid again. Which as I get older is getting harder and harder. I have a new found respect for my step-father, who always went on the Matterhorn Bobsled ride with us kids. Here is where the respect comes in, my step dad is considerably larger than I am, last time Alex and I were at Disneyland we went on the Matterhorn. We were squished in, every turn, corner, dip and drop, I was slammed into Alex's legs, and my legs were folded up in front of me, so mine got slammed into the hand rail and everything else. I don't know how James did it all those years, except maybe that the person sharing his seat was a five year old.
Wow, the things you remember, I just remembered that the reason i liked the Submarine ride soooo much is probably the same reason my parents dreaded it. It was small, like I was, and they weren't. It must have been terribly clostraphobic ( I know I spelled that wrong) for them.
Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled programming of Cookies and Milk.
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I never cared for the submarine ride.
Not only was it a very tight fit, it smelled. Twas a nasty funk from 20,000 leagues 'neath the sea, I tell ya.
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