Why I will be investing in motion sickness pills in the future

I am a lover of amusement parks. Make it faster, higher, and spin more per second and I am hooked. I will ride anything once and most things multiple times. That's why I was so excited to take Kendall to her first real amusement park; Holiday World of Santa Clause, IN. I have loved this park since a kid. It's clean, efficient, and has a great staff. Since I have been in baby birthing mode for the past few years I have not had the opportunity to ride anything but my mini van or the occasional carousal while standing next to a toddler. Kendall has just broke the height barrier to get off the kiddie rides and start riding some of the fun stuff. We were having a great time as we rode the scrambler, the tilt-o-whirl, and the carousal (with me actually riding next to her instead of standing next to the horse). Then came the mother load. She wanted to ride the Spider. If you don't know what the Spider is then think back to the county fair when you were a kid. Remember the black twirly thing with spinning carts on top that had the big light up ball in the middle? That's the spider. I wasn't so sure about that ride for a newbie but she had done well on all the others so we went for it. Big mistake! I will be the first to admit I did not listen well in high school physics. I never really understand how to make the carts spin faster. I do know that if things aren't going your way on a ride, then you should stop pulling on whatever bar you're pulling. We got going on the spider and I thought we might be the first ones to spin our cart right off the arm it was attached to. We were spinning and spinning and Kendall is screaming and screaming "Make it stop! Make it stop! I can't take it!" I'm freaking out internally because I'm feeling what she's screaming. I throw my arm across her and pry her hands off the bars thinking it will slow us down. No go. I'm saying in the most calm voice I can muster right before our death, "It's okay. It's just a ride. It will be over soon. I've got you." I told her to look down at her feet and don't look up. I mean, that's what I was doing. Finally the ride ends and I'm shaking so bad from spinning that I can barely exit the ride. I'm thinking Kendall is going to demand we go home and she never wants to set foot in a amusement park again. We both limp out the exit and try to calm our nerves by sitting on a bench watching other victims of the Spider. Kendall pipes up, "I don't want to ride it again, but it really wasn't that bad. I just think I want to be a little older. Maybe I'll try again next year." That's fine, but you are going to have to sucker your dad into riding with you because I have officially become too old to ride stuff like this.