The title of this one should just about give the whole story away. During the trip to the East coast, we detoured off the planned path and went to Hershey Park. The park is located in Hershey, PA. Tons of cool rides and chocolate shops all over the place.
While we were there we all rode the first ride, except my uncle (we are the same age). For some reason he wouldn't ride anything. He flat out hates amusement parks. Each time we got off a ride we tried to convince him to ride one with us. Of course he wouldn't and we'd continue on.
The next ride we got to we started to get in line and my nana said, "I will sit this one out."
"This is only the second ride," I replied.
"I am going to stay with Garett." (My uncle and her son)
So my sister, Kate, and I stood in line for the front cars. The ride was awesome. We told Nana that the ride wasn't that bad (but it kind of was, we just didn't tell her). She decided to get on and she was pretty confident that we were telling the truth. We get to the top of the drop and she saw how high up we were and she shot me one of the nastiest dirty looks I have ever seen.
After the ride was over she said, "I can't go on rides like that, you know I take heart medication. Do you want to kill you grandmother?"
(grandmother, as if she's that old)
"I guess not."
The rest of the day Kate and I were the only ones riding any rides. It is the first time she has ever gone on any serious rides with loops and corkscrews, she could not shut up. She kept talking non-stop about how great each ride was and how she wasn't afraid any more. I was just happy someone else was riding and having a good time.
I'm left wondering, why bother to pay the money to get in, if you aren't going to ride any rides?
Your guess is as good as mine.
While we were there we all rode the first ride, except my uncle (we are the same age). For some reason he wouldn't ride anything. He flat out hates amusement parks. Each time we got off a ride we tried to convince him to ride one with us. Of course he wouldn't and we'd continue on.
The next ride we got to we started to get in line and my nana said, "I will sit this one out."
"This is only the second ride," I replied.
"I am going to stay with Garett." (My uncle and her son)
So my sister, Kate, and I stood in line for the front cars. The ride was awesome. We told Nana that the ride wasn't that bad (but it kind of was, we just didn't tell her). She decided to get on and she was pretty confident that we were telling the truth. We get to the top of the drop and she saw how high up we were and she shot me one of the nastiest dirty looks I have ever seen.
After the ride was over she said, "I can't go on rides like that, you know I take heart medication. Do you want to kill you grandmother?"
(grandmother, as if she's that old)
"I guess not."
The rest of the day Kate and I were the only ones riding any rides. It is the first time she has ever gone on any serious rides with loops and corkscrews, she could not shut up. She kept talking non-stop about how great each ride was and how she wasn't afraid any more. I was just happy someone else was riding and having a good time.
I'm left wondering, why bother to pay the money to get in, if you aren't going to ride any rides?
Your guess is as good as mine.
This post first appeared on Over The Hills And Far Away - To Kashmir And Back, please read the originial post: here
