My Eight-Year-Old Stopped Disney World
Are you still on a ride you don’t like? What’s your excuse?
My kid stood up when everyone else was sitting down.
Do you go along for the ride or stand up for yourself?
Sometimes we take the path of least resistance because we don't want to rock the boat. I pride myself on being easy-going, but that isn't the right approach in all situations.
We teach our kids to stand up to peer pressure and do the right thing. But do we practice what we preach?
If everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?
The real-life story that follows has provided us with endless laughs, but there are valuable nuggets of wisdom within. I'll sprinkle in a few lessons we learned before, during, and after the main event.
The backstory
It all began on Christmas morning, 2009. The big gift for our kids was a Disney trip we had planned for the next month. Mind you; this gift was from us, not Santa. I never let Santa give the best gifts. Why should he get all the credit for my hard work?
But I digress.
We saved this gift for last so they could appreciate the smaller items. We handed them an envelope once they had unwrapped the presents and emptied the stockings. We borrowed the treasure hunt technique from my parents. It helps build anticipation and excitement for the gift recipients. After frantically running around the house to find clues, the kids bounced off the walls when they finally found the last envelope.
"We're going to Disney World!" they chanted with glee. Off went the Christmas tunes, and on came the Mickey Mouse theme song. Missing school and going to Disney World! Best parents ever! In just a couple of weeks, we would be on our way.
Lesson #1: Make sure you take credit for the cool things you give your kids.
The preparation
The next few weeks were a blur. We packed, we prepared, and we researched.
Our friends were Disney experts. They owned a timeshare and went every single year. They were brimming with excitement to discuss the most magical place on Earth.
We invited the friends over for dinner, and they dropped their Disney knowledge on us. They told us secrets that only superfans know and gave us a book about the hidden secrets at Disney World. We learned the best ways to beat the crowds, where to eat, and which rides we should prioritize.
And they told us about one ride in particular that they felt might be a little scary, but they were sure our kids could handle it.
Lesson #2: Here's a bit of foreshadowing. Make sure you pay attention to subtle warnings.
Disney World, January 2010
I forgot to mention that it was my birthday.
Best birthday ever! Spending time with my family and seeing the pure joy on the kids' faces was incredible.
Okay, it was also pretty exhausting. Some people needed piggyback rides. I wanted one myself, but my husband and I got the raw end of the deal. We are a family that wants to do as much as possible once we walk through those gates; therefore, we strictly adhere to the "run don't walk" through the theme park philosophy.
Lesson #3: Disney World is an adventure, not a vacation. I never relaxed.
My son is not a pushover, and you shouldn't be either. Read and learn
Here it is, the main event, the moral of the story, the lesson we all need.
After racing happily through the Magic Kingdom, we arrived in Tomorrowland. We headed for the ride our friends had suggested, but the first stop was Space Mountain. It was just as I remembered it from my youth—a fast and thrilling single-file rollercoaster with quick turns and drops. The experience was even better the second time around with my kids. They all clamored and competed for attention as we stopped briefly to check our photos from the ride, then ran out of the fantastic space-themed building to our next stop. My kids were ready; they loved scary rides.
We got in line for Stitch's Great Escape. I reminded them that this one was supposed to be kind of frightening. Did we all want to go? We could split up and do different rides.
Nope. We pressed onward with the sea of humanity, eager to get our next thrill. No one was afraid.
Finally, it was our turn. We scrambled into our seats, and that's when it happened…
The loud noise reverberated throughout the dark space. In one rapid motion, the shoulder harnesses came crashing down. An uncomfortable weight dug into our shoulders and pressed us into the seats. Claustrophobia set in, and I began to feel a bit panicked. But of course, I was going to suffer through it.
My son just said no
This ride was not for him. He informed me he wanted to get off, and I explained that we were already on the ride and they couldn’t stop it now. I told him to close his eyes and squeeze my hand.
He decided to advocate for himself
At the top of his lungs, in the deepest voice he could muster, he yelled,
Somebody call the manager! Get me off this ride right now!
Somebody, maybe the manager, stopped the ride, and 3 of us climbed gratefully out of our death seats. I'm not going to lie, I was a little embarrassed as we did the walk of shame past all the people impatient to get the ride started, but he didn't care. For once, his little sister was impressed by what her brother was able to accomplish with his take no prisoners attitude. She couldn't wait to get out of there.
I just looked it up on a Walt Disney World forum. It turns out that Stitch's Great Escape was renowned for its capacity to reduce children to tears, and now it is closed. I wonder why.
The biggest lesson of all
In hindsight, I am proud of my son.
He didn't scream and cry. He used an assertive and loud voice to be heard over the noise.
He accomplished his mission. He got off that ride and saved his little sister from the terrifying ordeal.
What is holding you back?
Do you know how to get yourself off a ride that you hate? I think there is a valuable lesson in my son’s Disney experience. We don’t have to accept things being done to us that we don’t like. We can use our voice and take control.
