Although, if I am being honest that doesn't really work when I know that this time in so many weeks I will be at Gatwick waiting for them to start making the boarding announcements for our flight with that mixture of excitement and sheer terror
Isn't it strange how something so routine as taking a flight can cause so many different emotions and feelings! But as said before I am a worrier so it's not surprising that I don't like something I have no control over
It's like the warning signs posted at all theme parks; you know the ones don't ride if you are pregnant, suffer from motion sickness etc. They put the fear of god in me but I know that they are for a very good reason having read Disney's accident stats for last year and the number of people who felt unwell after rides or fell over (they look a lot worse than they are - and after all Disney are not required to make this information public they chose too)
I clearly remember being in the queue for Soarin for the first time and reading the rider information; I will admit to being a little bit scared and thinking that I might just need to take the chicken exit out of there (every ride has one of them and although I don't really like the term chicken exit what else could you call it?)
So we get on the ride and I checked, checked and probably checked my safety belt another twenty times before the ride began and then spent the next few minutes hanging on for deal life. And boy am I glad that I just decided to go for it and didn't let my feelings of fear get the better of me. We have ridden that ride quite a few times now and there are no more white knuckles for me and I can't wait to do it again this year; everytime I smell oranges I am taken back there
So the moral of this story is; and I need to take my own advice here sometimes in life you just need to take a chance and do something because you never know you might like it (of course that does not apply to flying on little planes because they are just wrong and you will not persuade me any different) xxxx
I clearly remember being in the queue for Soarin for the first time and reading the rider information; I will admit to being a little bit scared and thinking that I might just need to take the chicken exit out of there (every ride has one of them and although I don't really like the term chicken exit what else could you call it?)
So we get on the ride and I checked, checked and probably checked my safety belt another twenty times before the ride began and then spent the next few minutes hanging on for deal life. And boy am I glad that I just decided to go for it and didn't let my feelings of fear get the better of me. We have ridden that ride quite a few times now and there are no more white knuckles for me and I can't wait to do it again this year; everytime I smell oranges I am taken back there
So the moral of this story is; and I need to take my own advice here sometimes in life you just need to take a chance and do something because you never know you might like it (of course that does not apply to flying on little planes because they are just wrong and you will not persuade me any different) xxxx
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