Water World Wonder

I went to Water World for the first time in my entire life.  I had always thought it was overrated, but deep down I wanted to try out the place for myself.

I went to the park with my youth group (……) and another visiting youth group (awesome group of people).  I was excited about the trip, nothing was holding me back–then I found out we were supposed to pay for our own ticket, I don’t remember reading that in the memo.  Someone had to pay my way, one of my friends was not going to get wet, and everyone was wanting to ride the Great White (death thriller).

First things first I went to the restrooms bath huts and changed clothes. Some psycho lady–who I am pretty sure knew I was in there–put her hand in over (not under) my stall and felt around and then tried to open the door.

The first real stop (bath huts do not count) was to a water slide.  I must say I was very afraid of my flipping and/or decapitating myself.  The young, not so hot lifeguard was flirting with a pair of older girls (honestly, I think the dude was like fourteen, even I think that I looked older than he) was not doing a good job of watching the children.  There was an angry mother at the scene who was considering talking to the manager and I had been elected to slide down first (the things I do for friends/acquaintances).  ‘Twas not as bad as I thought it would be.  True, I did hold my breath all the way down, and yes, I also had a conversation with myself, and also yes, I did scrape my elbow but really, it isn’t so bad.

My next visit was to the wave pool.  Of course, I was not aware that it was a wave pool until after the waves had begun.  I stood in the five foot “chatting” and listening to conversations.  Someone suggested we move to the deepest level.  Of course, I not wanting to distance myself went along with the group.  Eight feet–which I might add, is a level at which I cannot stand–, I was in eight feet when those waves started. I swam for my life to the bars.  I think I did at least twenty pull ups in the pool.

Last but not least is the Great White.  Truly I guess it isn’t that bad.  We stood in line for a long period of time watching and wondering what would happen to us when we tried it.  As I said before, I went along to be a good sport, well, I got paired up with someone who I believe also went along to be a good sport.  I think she might have been more afraid than I was.  We walked the five flight of stairs with a freakishly heavy tube.  I said to the girl (for my benefit as well), “You’ll be okay as long as you don’t look down.”  That was a mistake, she is freakishly afraid of heights.

We reached the top.  The lifeguard greeted us with a warm welcome by saying, “You’ve never done this before, have you?  You look nervous.  It will all be over in a second. ” Huh, nice of her, don’t you think?  I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

“Chins tucked, bottoms up.”

Now what the heck does that mean?

And we were off.

My butt hit the surface and it hurts like crazy.

Water World is overrated.