The first time around was the worst, with the comforting cage of the ferris wheel shrinking to nothing in front of us until we were just slowly sinking into space. I closed my eyes. Shmoogie chirped happily next to me, "Wow! We're sooo high! We can see everything! It's ok, see, Mommy? You're ok."
Yes, dear, Mommy's fine. Don't mind the deliberately slow breathing, the tight grip on your knee, and the fact that my eyes are shut just at the moment.
She's been asking to ride the ferris wheel ever since she saw it when we got here.
"The water's all sparkly!" It is. Stunningly sparkly.
And we were walking right past it, so I thought I'd check the prices and how long the rides were, so we'd know for when she and Daddy went. But it turns out if you're 3 or under, you ride for free. Beyond that, pay. She turns 4 in a few weeks and the ride's only 12 minutes.
So I thought we'd just go ahead and do it.
"We can see everything! We're soooo high!"
She loved it. Every minute. I enjoyed the view, when I was able to look at it, which was lot easier the second and third times around, when I knew what to expect.
The fourth time wasn't so great, because there wasn't supposed to be a fourth time, they'd said three (right before they pointed out the red button on the ceiling that you can press "in case you experience any kind of medical emergency"). And because that was, duh, the time we had to stop at the top, gently swaying and listening to the wind whistle around our little glass pod, waiting for the other people to get off.
"See, Mommy, it's not so bad, actually. The water is so sparkly! We're soooo high! I think we can come back and ride this again!"