A number of years ago while at Disneyland, my daughter Karen
persuaded me to go on the Indiana Jones ride with her. I had some trepidation, mainly because I’m not
a roller coaster-type person. I hate all
the jerking and I get nauseous real easy.
But her pleadings won me over, and we found ourselves in line. No sooner had we been seat-belted into the car than Karen announced she was terrified and that I HAD to put my arm around her neck the
whole ride. I protested that there was
no way - I had to use both my arms to clutch the lap bar in a death
grip. But she wouldn’t hear of it. So I “HAD”
to put my left arm around her neck, leaving only my right one to preserve my
life. I have two memories of this ride
of terror. The first is that my head
jerked around like a bobble head doll’s the whole way and I was sure I would
get whiplash. My second memory is that
as soon as the ride began, Karen opened her mouth into one prolonged scream that
carried through the entire duration. And
yes, my unprotected left ear took the brunt of it. I wouldn’t trade this memory for the world.
LESSON LEARNED:
Maidens in distress will occasionally request that their dashing
fathers save them.
FEEDBACK: WHAT
HERO-PARENT STORIES DO YOU RECALL THAT WERE AS PAINFUL AS THEY ARE MEMORABLE?
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