Saturday evening, I was telling Roger how much I like those simulated movie rides. You know, the ones where you’re watching a huge movie of a car chase or plane trip, and your seats move with the action of the movie. I was surprised to discover on Sunday that the Arctic Zone was one of those rides. Fun. Even Avery was tall enough for that ride, so sometime in the afternoon, the whole family got in line for a virtual helicopter ride to the arctic.
After we got out of our “helicopter seats,” we walked through the “ruins of an old ship” and got some nice views of a polar bear and a really incredible walrus. (I could have spent an hour watching the underwater view of that humongous walrus. He was fascinating.) As we were walking through the dim, cavelike tunnels towards the gift shop, Avery told me, “Mom, I want to go back to where we were.” I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Do you mean the kids section? Did you want to go back to the jungle gym part?” “No. I mean back to where we were. I want to go back to Sea World.” That’s when the aha! hit me. The sweet child must have thought that we really went on a helicopter ride, almost crashed into the ocean, almost got destroyed by an avalanche, and finally arrived in the Arctic where we walked through the ruins of an old ship. I love 5-year-old naivete.
One of the first things we saw when we got to Sea World on Saturday was the water ride, “Journey to Atlantis.” Regardless of the 60-degree weather, Malin begged to go on that ride all weekend. Roger finally told her that he would go on it with her the last thing before we left – he didn’t want to walk around all day in wet clothes. Well, the big moment came. The two of them (along with brave Avery and Wesley) got in line, climbed aboard their boat, and swooshed down the hill into the water. After we left the ride, and wandered off to finish buying our souvenirs, Malin spent five minutes saying, “That was awesome. That was totally AWESOME!”