The other culprit: Walt Disney World. When I was eight, my parents saved up enough coupons cut out of cereal boxes to get free airfare for their three kids to Orlando. I sat open-mouthed as a fake boat took me through the Jungle Cruise and a submarine into the depths of the sea. Even then, I hated rides with any intent to physically thrill or scare, but these two allowed me a safe adventure through biodiverse, animatronic bliss.