I think childhood falls into a different category, yes.
And, oh god, JAMMED FOR FOUR HOURS. When you already needed to pee. That's - pretty much my definition of hell. (Before the first time we went to Disneyland together, BB told me about a distressing incident on one visit; she had to go to the bathroom, but, well, the ride was RIGHT THERE and the line was short, so she figured she'd wait. And then the ride got stuck. For two hours. She probably shouldn't have told me, as on that visit I grimly went to the bathroom before basically EVERY RIDE and just dared her to say anything about it. Especially since on that visit we were cursed and could not get on a ride without it breaking. I just had to be sure.)
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And, oh god, JAMMED FOR FOUR HOURS. When you already needed to pee. That's - pretty much my definition of hell. (Before the first time we went to Disneyland together, BB told me about a distressing incident on one visit; she had to go to the bathroom, but, well, the ride was RIGHT THERE and the line was short, so she figured she'd wait. And then the ride got stuck. For two hours. She probably shouldn't have told me, as on that visit I grimly went to the bathroom before basically EVERY RIDE and just dared her to say anything about it. Especially since on that visit we were cursed and could not get on a ride without it breaking. I just had to be sure.)