Determined to accompany them and curious to see if I could do it without getting sick, I hunkered down into every ride they suggested.
Feeling like I was in that deep limbic euphoria/darkness of childbirth I was able to zone in so deeply that I didn't feel the spinning, shaking or zooming.
I just rode out the ride in my very own zone of stillness where nothing could touch me. In fact, I was nothing at that point but that point.
"I have to admit," I said to my boys, "I'm not really having fun."
"What??!!" they were horrified, with that innocence/ignorance that the young can/must own.
And then I thought about it, and decided that I was actually, indeed, having a kind of fun. What the heck!! It doesn't have to be fun to be fun, right?!