A broken rule
There was a day when we( my wife and I ) took our three granddaughters to a small amusement park on Long Island, New York . It was Adventureland.
I felt confident I could handle any fun ride with any one of my grammar school age granddaughters; moreover it was an amusement park for young people .
When we entered the park, the only rides I saw were for real small children; around grade k kids! I felt good and told myself “ I can do this.”
Grandma Carole was the match maker , pairing me with our youngest granddaughter, Lucy.
The twins , Della and Zoe, was judged capable of picking their own rides . I was elated at my bride’s pronouncement.
After lunch it was determined by my wife, Hawkeye , and the twins that there was a medium sized roller coaster in the park.
With sweaty palms , I made it clear that I didn’t do dangerous rides as a rule.
I volunteered to take my partner on a ride I remembered being called the octopus. As a young thrill seeker, I rode on that type of machine which I did not enjoy in the least!
What the heck,I acknowledged I was an adult now and probably could handle it.
After We watched Della and Zoe on the coaster , Lucy and I went on the “octopus.”
At the conclusion of the ride, my youngest granddaughter said “ grandpa you can open your eyes now and unbuckle your seat belt,the ride ended a little while ago!”
Not only did I break my rule of not going on a fun ride that was a threat to my well being but that all three of my granddaughters were fearless!







