"It was awful!!!"

Sunday, June 21, 1992

     Yesterday was pretty nice. The weather was beautiful. We got to Busch Gardens around 10:30. We just about packed the whole farm for Ez. to spend the day at the Forsythe's. She got a concerned look on her face when she realized we were going to leave without her. But Sue said she didn't cry when we left. Later we found out that the only time she cried all day was when Sue was holding B.J. (her grandson (baby)). She only took one short nap all day though. She was happy to see us when we got back. She went to sleep without too much trouble. She woke up once but only needed her pacifier.

     I had a pretty good time yesterday. It was different though cause I was always looking thinking about Ez. Every time I saw a cute little blonde girl I'd wonder how she was doing & worry that she was spending the day crying. Also I was tired because Ez. was up for about 2 hours last night. No matter what time I (or we) go to bed, whether it's early or late, she wakes up not long after that. I don't remember now how long it was but I think I got maybe 3–4 hours of sleep. Guy hadn't done much better. I don't know why he always has so much more work to do on duty nights.

     Anyway, the first thing we rode was Questor. You sit & watch a screen & the whole "theater" moves around & it feels like you're moving through the pictures. G I asked Guy if he wanted me to ride the newest roller coaster, Drachenfire. He said no cause he wasn't sure what it was like. He said I'd probably like the Big Bad Wolf. It was awful!!! I've never been jerked around so much in my life. I kept my eyes closed & held on to the handles as tight as I could. I was shaking when we got off. Guy said he thought if the ride had lasted much longer I would've been crying. I told him I was fighting it as it was. He kept saying I was ok. I had a headache. Luckily I'd taken some Panadol with me. I made Guy buy me a cap that said "I Survived the Big Bad Wolf". We also rode the Roman Rapids. That wasn't too bad cause we took our rain ponchos that we got at Busch Gardens in Tampa. A couple of people asked us where we got them. It kept everything dry except our feet. I had to wring my socks out.

     Bedtime!

Sunday, June 21, 1992
Father's Day