Today the family went to Kennywood. There’s a ride called the Old Mill that I have a bit of history with, and my four year old daughter was eager to give it a go because it had spooky skeletons and she likes spooky things like her daddy does. Except when I was roughly her age, I spent half the ride hiding in my mom’s lap, afraid of the cheesy animatronic vignettes of old times skeletons. Well today was an echo of that long ago ride; while my girl didn’t hide (she’s certainly bolder in some ways than I am/was), she was clearly spooked by the end, confessing she didn’t care for the ride. We’ll see if she wants to give it another go next time like her daddy always did.
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