Waves of nausea washed over me with every spin, my over-priced unappetising lunch threatening to make a re-appearance with the rise and fall of the rotating floor.
My firmly plastered on smile told a different story, as I braved the experience for the thoroughly enchanted toddler beside me in the teacup. I fixed my line of sight on a Minnie Mouse bow and cursed the Mad Hatter under my breath.
Around and around and around we went, fairy tale castles and giant beanstalks blurring in one fluid colourful motion. Memories were being cemented, joy grabbed where we could find it. I did my best to ignore the “Make A Wish” foundation logo on the paperwork, our reality was being forgotten, ever so briefly, in the Happiest Place on Earth.