cognitivedissonance - 2017-06-10
Related: when I was a preverbal kid, we went to the Tacoma Showbiz Pizza, and we sat in the smaller "adult" lounge with Dimples the saucy burlesque hippopotamus. I somehow rolled my matchbox car behind the plinth that she stood behind, and my dad wasn't able to reach it. To resolve this issue, he lowered me into the machinery, to get the toy. Somebody triggered the automation, and I very narrowly missed getting my arm ripped off by the machinery. I wasn't scared, despite the close call. I was fascinated by the mechanics and the movement. My mom was screaming and crying, but I was just entranced by it all. I must've been three or four. This memory is crisp and very clear.
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