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||Not BIG Enough....
I'm Not BIG Enough
I've just returned from Dollywood for a brief visit to introduce
my grandson to the joys of theme parks. We waited until we felt he would be old
enough to enjoy it and big enough to ride most of the rides.
They have this wonderful device there and at most other theme parks I've ever
visited. It is a stick with a yellow stripe at the top that lets kids know
whether they are big enough for a particular ride or not. If the child is not as
tall as the yellow stripe, they are not big enough to ride.
This was a point of contention with some children who thought they were big
enough regardless of what the yellow stripe said. However, "yellow rules." I saw
one or two children, who were overly-tired and whiney anyhow, crying and declaring
they were big enough regardless of what the yellow stripe said.
Like the little kids, I didn't think the yellow stripe knew much -- but for a
slightly different reason. The yellow stripe thought I was tall enough to ride
some of that stuff, but I knew better. I only had to take one look at the
twisted tracks of metal and the loops and twists to know that I was definitely
not big enough.
You should have seen the face on my chiropractor when I told him we were going
to Dollywood. "That won't be good for your neck and back," he mumbled.
I didn't really need a doctor to tell me that. Or a yellow stripe.
I did stand on my toes to reach the yellow stripe and ride the wooden roller
coaster. I suspect that I'm probably not big enough to ride it either, but I
rode it in the front seat with my hands up most of the way anyhow. There's this
unspoken code among roller coaster enthusiasts that you must keep your hands up and not
hold on. I probably should have bought the picture to prove that I did it, but,
oh well, you will just have to take my word for it.
Wooden coasters are one breed, steel monsters another. I am not big enough to
ride anything that turns me upside down. Enough is enough!
We met one family of coaster enthusiasts there who belong to an association of
coaster riders. They go park to park just to ride the coasters. Dollywood is not
especially known to this group like some other parks with the biggest, fastest,
or largest number of coasters. I don't know what they were doing there.
I've seen all the TV specials about thrill rides. The thrill has something to do
with pushing yourself to the limits of endurance, facing fear and surviving, and
all that kind of stuff. I don't really need to ride a roller coaster to do that,
thanks. I do that every day out on the Interstate. Talk about thrill rides! Too
bad there is no stick with a yellow stripe to keep people off the Interstate who
are not big enough to know how to drive.
There are all sorts of other yellow stripes, though, come to think of it. There
is the yellow stripe in the middle of the road that tells you which side to
drive on and when you can pass. Those yellow strips are becoming obsolete along
with two lane roads. Interstates have only white stripes, which do nothing to
help people know how to drive, apparently.
Then there is the imaginary yellow stripe down your back, which tells you
whether you are brave enough to do something. Come to think of it, maybe that is
the yellow stripe that told me whether or not I was big enough.
I had plenty of time to watch other people getting on rides while I waiting for
my group to get off. I heard some people mumbling that they wanted to ride the
big coasters once just to say they had.
Personally, I have nothing to prove. I'm brave enough to admit I'm yellow. But
when it comes to riding a steel roller coaster upside down at 70 mph, I'm not
Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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