Whimsical Wednesday

I hate Lagoon.
I don’t know the reasons but I have always had motion sickness. When I was a wee lad I always got sick driving in cars and several times ended up puking on the side of the road. My Grandma Eyre probably remembers when she took some of the grandkids to get ice cream and I hurled all over in her van. Tough times. I have overcome the car thing pretty well but still get a little woozy when driving on curvy roads.
Then came High School. Lagoon was cool when you were a kid and just like the rest I used to go about once a year. Every time I arrived I could smell that fairpark food and it would make me nauseas. I did pretty well for many years by staying away from most rides and then giving in to one swirly ride before my day was through. I had gone pukeless for a long time. During High School I was talked into going by a bunch of my friends. My girlfriend was going and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with her and my friends. Well, you know how friends are, they talk you into things you shouldn’t do. I went on Music Express, Colossus, then the Crazy mouse, and knew that I was doomed. Together as a group we walked across the park and as we reached the food court by Jet Star 2 I chucked bolts all over the pavement. It was quite a sight to see. I don’t recall ever returning to Lagoon since that day and I don’t plan on going back anytime soon. I just hope that someone got that mess covered up with sawdust.