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All my life I've been a rollercoster freak! The bigger and scarier, the better. I've also made fun of my mom all my life because she's been scared for her life... I don't know the correct english word for it but the direct translation from Icelandic is "lifescared". My mom has always said that she was just like me before she had me and my siblings... I never bought that and wrote her off as a coward.

The end of the summer 2005 I was at a bachelorette party and one of the things we did was to take the bride to be to a traveling funfair and throw her into the biggest and scariest things we could find there. I was upside down, moving sooo fast when I realized I to had become SCARED FOR MY LIFE, and not just a little bit but a lot! I started to calculate my projection from the machine if something came loose and tried to figure out how I could use centrifugal force to keep me in the thing etc. (did I mention that I'm an engineer? LOL!) And after the calculations (the rational phase of my franticness) I started to make deals with the big guy upstairs about what I would do if he would just stop the damned thing and make sure my one year old wouldn't loose his mommy etc.

The fall of 2006 (a little over a year later, when my younger son was about 4-5 months old), I went to Denmark with my friend and took my little one with me to visit a friend who livese there. We went to Tivoli and I had a long and difficult conversation with myself before I went on a big and scary rollercoster with to of my friends, while the third one was smart enough just to offer to babysit my little one while I went to torture myself! I screamed till I lost my voice, but I felt like such a hero when I was done... until I saw the photo of myself... I'm the one screaming like its the end of the world...

My mom was right... having children makes you evaluate what you do in a totally different way!


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