I just spent a week in Florida for my honeymoon.
How we managed to pick the hottest, most humid week in seven years I’m not sure—just lucky, I guess.
Anyhow, we had a great time.
Disney World is made of imagination, adventure and wonder. It feels magical (as it is supposed to) and even after hours in lines, kids are ready for more. The adults, not so much sometimes. The people working there do everything they can to make sure you are having the best time possible.
Let me focus on just one ride. Star Tours.
Okay, yes, I’m a huge Star Wars geek, and my husband is a fan. They’ve recently redone the Star Tours ride, adding a 3-D aspect as well as having 54 different combinations of scenes that you could go through.
We went on it five times and didn’t even see half of the options for the combinations.
It was so much fun! My little geek heart soared, and if we’d had more time I would have gone another five times.
Another spot that made me giddy was The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. All I can say is awesome. To see a place I’ve read about for years and years pretty much come alive was quite the experience. And to be surrounded by people who are talking about the shops, the jokes, the candy, the butter beer and the way to get into Dumbledor’s office (half of them in British accents) was a once in a lifetime experience.
So those were my geek out moments. I loved every minute of it.
However, on our last day we went to the Kennedy Space Center. My husband is a huge science/math/space geek, and this was his one request for the trip. I’d been there before, when I was about 12 years old, but didn’t remember much.
A few years ago they retired the Space Shuttle program. In one of the buildings we learned about the last flight to upgrade the Hubble Telescope. They talked a bunch about the program, the engineering and all of the missions. It was great. The screen the movie had been playing on went black, then translucent, and right behind it they had the Space Shuttle Atlantis.
I walked into the same room as a Space Shuttle that had been off of the earth 33 times.
I started to cry. It was overwhelming to think about all of the time, effort, engineering and money that had gotten us to this point. The sheer though process of making a shuttle that could be reused was innovative and completely new. There are more than 24,000 separate and unique (and numbered) tiles on the Atlantis that keep it from exploding when it comes back into the atmosphere. And the people at NASA did it along with help from companies all over the country, maybe even the world.
This was real. Not like Space Mountain (which I love), but real life ingenuity and tenacity.
My writer’s mind paused and asked, “So if this is the reaction you get from something real, why do you love stories so much? Why do they matter?”
I got stunk on the reason, and I still don’t have a great answer to the question. I’m thinking about it.
But I’d love to hear your opinion on the subject. Please leave a comment below. I'm seriously curious.