Lesson #1:
Only one person at a time fits into a revolving door.
I don't know why I thought other wise but I keep trying to fit two people into the little revolving sections.
A memory of my childhood often plays in my head of when I use to visit Seven Springs PA ski resort every Febuary. I'm not sure if I imagined it all, but I remember a revolving door at the entrance of the resort. For some reason, I also remember spinning through these doors with my brother at my side. Because of this... I had the idea I could still fit two people at a time through a revolving door. I forgot that I use to be a tiny munchkin.
The other night I found out I'm not such a tiny munchin any more. Two adults do'nt fit into a revolving door at the same time.
It felt as if I was in a angry crowded line where you can't help but continue to step on the shoes of the person in front of you while an angry mob continues to un-voluntarily push you forward.
Oh the joy of mia-shaped memories. To this day Tylan is careful now to follow me into a revolving door and definitely to never lead through one! I think I scared him for life trying to fit us both through at once.
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