Once upon a time I LOVED a good scary rollercoaster, I couldn’t get enough of rides that spun, twisted, jolted and sped at lightning speed…I’m here to tell you, that time is O.V.E.R!
Now I must admit that I’ve always been a big wussy chicken when it comes to heights. Take for example the time that Mr Fix-It and I went to Rotorua in New Zealand and jumped on what I thought was a Bungy Bullet. For those not in the know the Bungy Bullet flings you sky-high like a reverse bungy jump. That, I am ok with. You’re at great height but very very briefly.
What we actually got on was a massive swing. And guess where it swung? Straight over the side of a HUGE mountain. It really does pay to not be the first person on the ride for the day. Lesson learnt.
As we started getting pulled backwards with our tummies facing the ground and the people below looking very small, not to mention the trees now looking very small, it started to dawn on me that this was definitely NOT the ride I had agreed too. I felt like I was slipping, I closed my eyes and held my breath, all the while cursing the now giggling Mr Fix-It.
The Youtube video below isn’t me but it gives you an idea of how scary this ride is. For that video to be me there needed to be a LOT of crying and screaming…and that was just on the way up!
I, of course, had to pull the cord to set the swing in motion, how sadistic is that?! I felt like I was pulling the cord on my life! And then off we swung straight out over the side of the mountain. I seriously screamed so loud and so long that everyone in the fun park turned to look at us and there were many many giggles as I walked past people later on.
But this is when it started to occur to me that my youthful love of scary rides was well and truly fading.
Master Sporty helped drive this message straight home last weekend when we went to Dreamworld, on the Gold Coast.
He had reached the magic number…120cm’s so could ride pretty much all of the scary, not for the faint-hearted type rides. Awesome *insert sarcasm*.
Mr Fix-It of course encouraged Master Sporty to ask me to go on a variety of hair-raising rides, and how can I say no to such gorgeous big blue eyes?
It was the Wipe Out that saw my undoing.
The last time I went on it I thought it was a bit lame, a bit slow, not at all scary.
Not this time!
(Again it’s not me in the video, just giving you an idea of what it’s like!)
This time I was fully aware of my own mortality, dangling upside down with my bottom fully off the seat and hanging precariously by the harness which I was praying would hold me in.
My stomach headed for my toes, while I held onto Master Sporty’s harness for dear life because surely someone so small would slip out and land metres below on his head?
And being the awesome multi-tasker that I am, I also found myself screaming at Master Sporty that Santa was bringing him coal for his sack this Christmas and he was off my Christmas card list!!
Master Sp0rty was hugely amused…the people around me were HUGELY amused… me? Meh, not so much!
Have you lost your ‘ride’ stomach?
Oopsiemumma xo
