Are We Being Amused?

Let’s get this out of the way first. The term “amusement park.” Kind of an anachronism, don’t you think? I get “theme” park—that works in many cases. But I hardly call being dropped thirteen stories straight down a pitch black elevator shaft simply amusing. No, this is something that SCARES THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUTTA ME! (And that was the tamest, most acceptable way I could put it, without the actual desired expletives.)

I’m talking about Disney’s California Adventure’s “Tower of Terror,” of course. “Terror” doesn’t begin to cut it, for me. Got talked into this amusing torture a few years ago, and I’m still quivering at the core. Stephen King once commented that he simply wrote about the various things that scare people; our basic, instinctual fears. Well, Mr. King and several thrill ride designers have something in common. Disney’s “Hollywood Tower Hotel” elevator moves both vertically and horizontally, and is controlled by a randomized computer program. That, in itself, is enough to scare many people.

What scares you? Obviously, for me, it’s the drop. The fear of freefalling. Disney calls it a "delirious drop." I'll say! I also can’t take Splash Mountain at Disneyland (take the WDS virtual ride at You Tube.) That moment of unrestrained weightlessness, terrifying to me, simply enraptures others. For some, audio-animatronics are the stuff of nightmares. Think the massive, bellowing King Kong* at the Universal Studios Tour or the mechanical, computerized “JAWS” that leaps at the tram on the same ride. (I’ll admit to once jumping onto my boyfriend’s lap at the sight of the great white snapping his bloody, deadly jaws.)

Roller coasters are another breed. Twisting, turning, climbing, racing downhill, hell-bent on bucking off its intrepid riders. I’m not a conventional coaster fan, but I do love thematic coasters-in-disguise such as Space Mountain, Big Thunder and the Matterhorn.

So come on, what’s your bugaboo? What ride leaves you quaking, shaking and leaving the lights on at night? Or do you simply just enjoy being amused…

Pam Ripling is the author of middle-grade mystery, LOCKER SHOCK! Buy it at Quake, Fictionwise or Amazon today! E-book version now available for your Kindle! Visit Pam at www.BeaconStreetBooks.com.

ps - You "amusement park" fanatics will be happy to note that the aforementioned King Kong attraction, which was badly damaged during a studio fire last year, is being rebuilt. Story about plans for the upgraded 3D ape here.

Viva La Mexico!

That's probably nowhere near right - or correct. But that's okay because the point of the blog isn't whether I'm bilingual (though the answer's obvious). This week we're all about the vacation here at Teen-Seen.
I spent most of my childhood summers with my grandparents in California (very cool for a kid from Nebraska) and we did lots of cool things during my annual vacation from school and parents. I even got to choose where to go for my twelfth birthday (Mexico)!!! I remember my grandma navigating and my grandpa insisting on the 'shortcut' and seeing parts of the country (two countries, really) that I never would've seen otherwise. We did Disneyland and Mt. Baldy and the Ringling Brothers circus along with all sorts of things like the drive through the Wild Animal Park of San Diego...yeah summers were AWESOME!


But every summer started with the me and the 'rents on the annual trek from Lincoln, Nebraska to our church Family Camp in Colorado Springs, Colorado. We would drive all day from Lincoln to Ogallala. Dad would ALWAYS roll down the windows as we passed cattle farms and say 'smell that money!' We'd stay overnight in Ogallala, take in dinner and the Wild West show complete with a gun fight and a singing and dancing in the saloon. Then the next morning we'd drive into Colorado, eventually finding our cabin in the shadow of Pike's Peak.

It was the only place I ever saw dad smoke (the pipe kept the mosquitos away). There was the impromptu Christmas in July when it actually snowed (enough to have snowball fights at the main lodge). And oh, the fond memories of learning to play guitar and autoharp, and memorizing the silly lyrics to songs that would drive dad crazy all the way home.

Yup, all those experiences - and more - had significant impact on my life. Now the memories even impact my books. Bleak predictions aside, California has NOT fallen into the ocean in my fictional 2096 just because of those great times!

Hope your summer brings you incredible memories!
Regan
author of Justice Incarnate, the Pixie Chicks and more...available at Quake!