call me a sucker for punishment but i’m always ready to sign up for a day spent getting sun burnt and nauseous.
if rides are involved, i will happily embrace feeling sticky and dusty and i’m just as prepared to sacrifice body alignment (and then the dollars to correct this at the chiropractor) to get me some. i would sacrifice more, if i had too. i.love.roller.coasters.
perhaps this is a departure from what you might expect. it is, after all, not in line with my worst-case-scenario condition (worry, worry, worry).
it’s true that i should know better.
i do know better.
i have the unfortunate privilege of not being able to pretend that life is fair, safe, or tragedy free. i am afflicted with reality on the daily and i am overly informed re injury and adverse outcomes. though i know how to live, and do so gleefully, i can’t help but me pragmatic and cautious.
thankfully, amusement parks free me. they make me a kid again. allow me to embrace fun, rush, and play. it is for this reason, that i provided a resounding “yes” when asked if i would review vancouver’s classic good time for wee welcome.
thank you, playland, for a fun family day. a day where i held my husband’s hand and laughed. a day where i didn’t worry about anything. a day where i delighted in the squeals and smiles of the lovely children in my company. a day where we just focussed on fun.
it’s all about the living.
disclosure: all thoughts & opinions are my own and i was not compensated for this post.