"It looks kind of scary, said Evan, seven, apprehensively. We craned our necks, looking up and watching, as two by two, parents and children screamed their lungs out. (This is a family of two children.) I clenched and unclenched my clammy hands, waiting for the boys’ decision. Brad, ten, decided to go for it. He had come here determined to ride a roller-coaster. Evan watched a few more passengers whizz by and reluctantly agreed to try it. I let out a sigh of resignation. He had been my only hope for avoiding this stomach-churning ride. Now it became my responsibility to be the zealous cheerleader who would help him through the nerve-racking process of waiting for his turn despite my fears.
Standing near the tracks, we heard the machinery clanking and grinding, working to provide the excitement that these die-hard thrill seekers were after. As I envisioned myself strapped and stranded in the car, hanging fifteen metres in the air with my terrified son, I was tempted to voice my concern about the routine maintenance of roller-coasters.
"They go up really high, don't they, Mum?" observed Evan with bated breath, as car after car was lifted straight up to its take-off point. I felt queasy just watching it. Doubts began to get the better of Evan and he said quietly, "I don't know if I should do this, Mum."
I knew it was my responsibility as a mother of two boys to show them a brave front in spite of my own pounding heart. If I was not careful, the legacy of being excessively fearful would be passed to the next generation. So I wore a happy face despite my own jitters. My husband, the roller-coaster enthusiast, rolled his eyes at the hesitancy with which his family was approaching this thrill ride. Nearing our turn, I became short of breath. Then Evan said the words that I had been yearning to hear - "I don't think I want to do it." I let out an audible sigh. As I removed myself from the line, Joe (another person) gave it one last effort, "Are you sure? I think it'll be fun. That little boy had fun. Look, he's laughing."
Clearly, Evan was torn. Looking from the roller-coaster, to his father, to me, it was apparent that this was a heart-wrenching decision for him.
"It's alright if you don't want to go." I assured him, "but you have to decide now. We're next." My body was already heading out the exit in sheer relief, anticipating his negative answer. All set for a reprieve, my body had relaxed and entered spectator mode.
“Okay, I’ll go!” Evan shouted. My stomach clenched – I was doomed. Evan climbed into the front position with determination. I held tight to Evan. I was intending to comfort him yet I was oddly comforted by his stoic attitude.
As our car headed out into the track, everything was a blur. The wheels turned above me and then all I knew was the wind. Twisting, turning, screaming our way around the track, our bodies shuddered and jerked. Rushing down a slope, we felt an odd sense of flying. Then it was over. As our car slid to a stop, I extracted myself from the seat and stood up. Weak-kneed, I turned to see a huge grin plastered on Evan's face.
"That was fun!" Evan exclaimed. "Except that Mum screamed in my ear the whole way!"
True enough, I had survived the fearsome ride. I felt like Wonder Women. However, there was no time to bask in my victory. Both the boys, grabbed my hand, shouting, “Come on, Mum! Let's go on another one!”
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