While I was at the gym I did some thinking. I used to do all of my thinking in the bathroom. Now, it’s at the gym. Anyway, I feel badly for insinuating that the parents’ were at fault. When we were kids, we were allowed to go on any rides we wanted if we met the height/weight requirement. Had this happened to one of us while my father gleefully spun the teacups until we could no longer lift our heads from the cup’s rim, it wouldn’t have been my father’s fault. But I’m certain he would have felt a world of guilt in retrospect. After all, that is what Mission: Space does. It spins.
It’s just a horrible, horrible story. And I wish I could rewind the day for them, Superman style.