What is more fun than riding Space Mountain at Disney World,
except when my seat belt comes off and I am hurtling into dark space, holding
on two pieces of broken belt for dear life? All I can remember is not wanting to be
catapulted into darkness.
What
is more fun than riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disney World with a
husband who laughs himself silly all during the ride and wants to get in line
for a second go around?
What is more fun than is sledding down a steep hill on the golf course at dusk, when it is freezing and screaming all the way down to the bottom; swimming in the warm, still, shallow waters off Palau where I see the most spectacular fishes of all colors and coral beyond belief? Or roller skating at a rink when all of a sudden I
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What is more fun than seeing a good friend win a swell honor, a reward for her hard work and focus?
What is more fun than watching a herd of forty hippos wallowing
in a pond in the Okavango Delta?
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