I found this while cleaning. That is me and my dad at the Magic House. I was too scared to touch the big electrostatically charged ball that makes your hair stand up, so my dad went up with me. I don't even think I would let him go up on the platform the scarey ball was on much less touch it, I was convinced it would kill us both. Don't I look scared for my life clutching to my dad's shirt? Man, I must have been a pain in the ass child.
I have a collection of these buttons that that go from this to letting my dad touch the ball while holding me to finally touching the ball myself. It didn't killed me. At least it hasn't yet.
Check out me rockin' the Mary Lou Retton haircut!