Weird things that have happened to me at theme parks

I spend a lot of time at theme parks. Why not? They are fun. Anyway, some strange things have happened to me over the years.

1. Age: 6 (ish)

Place: Disneyland

Story: It was around Christmastime and my mother was attending this conference in Anaheim. The conference people had reserved the park for an evening, so all the lines were really short and there was no one there. Except for a bunch of psychologists. It was great!! I had lost one of my front teeth recently and I was desperate to lose the other one so I could sing "all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth."

So about the 400th time we rode Space Mountain, while we were going around the sharp curve, my mom reached out her arm to make sure I stayed in the seat. My mom is tall. I am very small. She missed. She hit me in the mouth.

Bye bye tooth.

The ride pulls into the loading area and I am screaming. There is blood gushing out of my mouth. The Disneyland workers ask what happened and I say the first thing I think of,

"My mom hit me!"

Whoops!

Did you know that Disneyland has an infirmary? You can go there to get tylenol, band aids, ice packs, or even just lay down for a while. I know that, because I had to be escorted to said infirmary.

Guess who escorted me! Goofy!!!!!

You wish I was lying.

Best part: We came back later to ride Space Mountain again and it was closed for repairs. I just know it was because of my tooth.

Oh also, I left the tooth fairy a note under my pillow and I still got some money.

2. Age: 10 or 11. Too old for this to have happened :/

Place: Old Tucson Studios

Story: I am notorious for getting stuck in things. As a child, I used to put my head through the bars of railings and get stuck. My mom would have to grease me up and pull. This behavior went on waaaaaaaaay too long, as evidenced by this story. I was at Old Tucson for the first time, and was waiting in line to get on those silly little car things. You know, the cars that look like they're from Mr. Toad's Wild Ride? Anyway, the line is delineated by a hastily put together white picket fence with large-ish gaps between the pickets. I was standing on the bottom rail arbitrarily popping my knee in and out of one of the gaps. The line moved about 3 feet to the right. Resume behavior.

Uh oh. Mom...help?

My knee is stuck in between the pickets. I had mis-measure the distance in between them and now I am stuck! Aside from the fact that it hurt really really bad, it was also super embarrassing. I mean, I am too old to get my appendages stuck in fences. And my mom was repeatedly telling me this as the saga wore on.

The ride operator called someone out to help me. This handyman looking guy saunters up like he has nothing better to do and takes out a screw driver. Oh wait, wrong one. As he fiddles with his tool belt, my knee is turning purple. A man in line behind us jumps the rail, grabs the picket, and pulls. 3 seconds and an awful wood-splitting sound later, I am free.

The handyman is yelling at the Samaritan for ruining the fence. The Samaritan makes it clear that he doesn't care, he was worried about me. My Hero!

I am rushed to (yet another) infirmary, where it is determined that I am bruised but okay.

My mom will never let me live that down.

Whatever, it was worth it.

Um, I'm tired and working on a final, so those are the only stories I can think of, but there are so many many more. I have a good one about the circus. Maybe next time.

Life is never boring if you are with me.