One of my favorite memories of my stepdaughter’s childhood involves one of those. They usually require at least 3 Kidpower to get to a decent speed, but are a lot more fun with about six 12 year olds showing off how fast they can make it go. We were at a park in rural South Australia and she comes running across a big open lawn as fast as she could to jump on and make it spin really fast. She was 8 or 9 years old and sorta had a thing about getting dizzy back then. Considering the turntable on those weighs nearly a ton, and at the time she weighed about 60 pounds soaking wet, you can imagine her range of emotions within about 3 seconds starting with her launch from about 4 feet away. It didn’t budge. While she was running, absolute glee in anticipation of spinning it at something resembling the speed of light or at least making a good sonic boom, the launch including the realization she really hadn’t planned the event very well to prepare for the sudden acceleration and need for a good hand hold, to the landing and finding the perfect hand hold, then some slight confusion that she hadn’t broken Chuck Yeager’s air speed record, then the reality setting in along with the disappointment that it wasn’t moving nor offering to, and finally the utter embarrassment that someone had seen her try. (That someone being me and her brothers, doubled over in hysterical laughter while her mother just watched in total disbelief) She never forgot that lesson in physics. She turned 33 this year and we still get a good giggle about it.
Me? I just hurled on anyone dumb enough to stand close to it after spinning it too fast. I’ve always had trouble with motion sickness, especially if it’s spinning or sideways and I have no way of anticipating a change in direction. Needless to say I was usually the last rider on those because I usually turned inside out. The other kids would move to the next one and play with complete strangers and refuse to let me go with them. I don’t get on things that spin me now.