Back to reality

Well the vacation is officially over. There is something relieving about that. Fortunately, Trent started feeling better Wednesday morning, so he was able to go out with us and have a good time at Hollywood Studios. We went over to Magic Kingdom Wednesday night so Trent could ride my all time favorite, Space Mountain and a few others. My wife insisted we ride It's a Small World. The boys kept waiting for something cool to happen, it never did. But Space Mountain, that ride and me have some bad history, like oil and vinegar, tofu and southerns, or France and the rest of the world. When I was a kid, I waited in line to ride Space Mountain with my dad and got 3/4 through when the ride broke down. About six years ago, when we took the boys the first time to Disney, I stood in line with Connor to ride Space Mountain. 3/4 the way in line, it broke down. This week, Me and the boys rode Space Mountain like the world was going to end tomorrow. It was AWESOME! My childhood is now complete and hopefully so will the boys. There's nothing like testing the consistency of your bowels like riding a crazy roller coaster in the complete darkness. It was a strange feeling having all the people you love dearly, sitting in separate cars, with no way to get to them, zooming through this maze of tracks with no idea if the track was broken or not and could go flying off anytime. I'm not a control freak, I just need control all the time.