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On with Mom's next adventure... On a trip to Pittsburgh a couple of years ago, Mom and Dad wanted to take me to Kennywood, which is an amusement park not too far from the downtown area. I had never been, at least not that I remembered, and they had such fond memories of the place growing up.
In case you didn't know, I absolutely LOVE amusement parks. I used to hate roller coasters, until my mother taught me the proper way to enjoy scary rides. I'll save that story for another day, but she has always been the Queen of amusement parks. Now that she's getting a bit older, she can't handle the jarring of many of the rides anymore, which is a shame. She used to always tell us if she died on a roller coaster, we would know she went doing what she loved.
So while they are telling me stories of growing up with the occasional trip to Kennywood, I wanted to ride some things. Well, being with just my parents and uncle, there were a few things that I just rode by myself. My uncle suggested we at least go on Noah's Ark together.
We walk through looking at all of the animals and things, just a typical, very tame amusement park event. Of course, they have areas where things are triggered as you walk through, but not anything that's really scary. Then we get to this area where there are shaking and moving floors. I guess it's supposed to simulate the rocky seas and landing on the rocks. My uncle goes through first and then me. I stop as soon as I get off of the "bouncing section" to look back and make sure Mom is behind me. I tell her to just come on and not to stop. Of course, she stops, right in the middle of this section!
She ends up getting in a hysterical giggling fit because her boobs are bouncing. She's trying to hold them down with one hand and hold onto the handrail with the other hand. She ends up on her ass, bouncing on this floor, laughing like a crazy person. Now I couldn't reach her without getting on the floor myself, but I was afraid I'd end up stuck right there beside her. Not to mention, I'm laughing my head off at this crazy old woman who could get stuck on Noah's Ark! You know when you are laughing that hard, it's hard to get anything accomplished, especially helping someone up off of the floor.
Luckily, when the rest of the group got to the elevator they noticed they were missing two, so my uncle came back for us. He came around the corner, busted out laughing, and managed to reach my mother to pull her right up and clear to safety. I love that man! You have to know this particular uncle. He's very much the funny man in the family, so he got a huge kick out of this whole situation. Needless to say, Dad got an earful when we came off of this "terrifying" ride, and I don't think we'll be talking Mom into going on any more rides, tame or not.
If you are ever in the Pittsburgh area, you should check out Kennywood. They have some pretty fun stuff, and a lot of history on the grounds too, including some Revolutionary War stuff.