was on Space Mountain (though actually the one at Disney_land_). I was so nervous to go on my first “big” roller coaster – I think I was about 8 – but I loved it. Our next day back at the park, a weekday, was rainy, so there was hardly anyone there, and there were no waiting lines. I went on that ride 17 times in a row. And because I was too small to go unaccompanied, my stepmother, who was not a roller-coaster nut by any means, kindly went on it with me 15 times. That was such a great day.