It was a nightmare—people should be forewarned. I was able to sit through all the “Mountains,” the “Tours,” and the like without my stomach reacting even a little, but after Astro Orbiter I thought I would be finished for the rest of the day. Very quickly I realized that my only chance for survival was to pick a point on the toe of my shoe and stare at it (and certainly not lift my eyes out of the “jet”) until the ride was over. My 4-year-old was my copilot; she loved it (go figure), and she had us up high the whole time.