When you go to Disney World without kids, as Ross and I did before we were married, all you notice are the people with strollers. They’re everywhere. Ev-er-y-where. Without a stroller, you are the outsider. And, while we still more or less enjoyed ourselves at the time, we sort of felt (not sadly) that we didn’t really belong at Disney World. In hindsight, we had no idea how lucky we were.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s delightful to hear your children squeal and point when they first see Mickey. It’s beautiful to watch their eyes turn teacup as they glide through the magical “It’s a Small World.” Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Blah.
See, I’m a roller coaster person. And, in the land of the world’s coolest roller coasters, know how many I went on last week?
Zip. None. Nada.
Grrrr.
When you’re there with your two year old and your five year old, there’s no Space Mountain, there’s no Big Thunder Mountain and there’s no Splash Mountain. At Sea World there will be no Manta and at Animal Kingdom there will be no Everest. Harumph. I’m already looking forward to when we go back in four or five years and my boys will be so psyched that their Mom wants to go on these rides. Over and over, please.
Ross and his buddy, Bill, made it onto one cool ride, though. Bill’s wife, Katie, and I encouraged them to hit a water-ride roller coaster type thing while we watched the kids. The line looked shortish and there was a good spot where we knew we’d capture their faces with our cameras as they came down the steepest incline towards the water. Kids at heart, they took us up on the opportunity.
Here’s the shot:
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
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