Had a lovely day at Saaaarrrrrfend with Maestroette........well mostly a nice day
I did venture on a couple of rides with her. I managed the dodgems without too much trouble - H, I may need a refresher course. Have you got any spaces?
I ventured onto the Ferris wheel, thinking that it although it was quite high, it wasn't fast enough for me to leave my stomach behind.
For some reason, Marstroette decided it would be fun to let the devil in. She rattled the 'cage' and took great delight in tell me how the cage was turning around on it's own. She couldn't understand why I had my eyes tightly shut at this point

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However, much worse was to follow
She had already been on the ride called 'RAGE' at lest 4 times on her own, and after much hectoring and pleading, I decided I would go on it with her as it was the last ride of the day.
I got my tickets for the ride, handed them over and duly lined up inside the barrier.
It was at this point not only did second thoughts occur, but also 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th etc.
It looked bad enough from outside the barrier, but stood inside the barrier and looking directly up at the height, I wondered when the men in the white coats would come to collect me, because, surely no man in his right mind would go on that ride of his own accord.
If I thought that Maestroette had the devil in her on the Ferris wheel, nothing could have prepared me for the depths she would sink to to make me even more nervous for her amusement.
As on 'car' passed overhead at a supersonic speed and looping the loop, she then pointed up at the rails and said, "Look dad. That rail is wobbling just where that car has been." I honestly don't think I have ever been as white as I was at that moment.
The 'car' arrived and we got in. The car trundled slowly vertically up the tracks. This isn't too bad I thought, then suddenly my stomach was not where it was supposed to be. I half expected it to end up in my eyeballs. Oh my dear good Lord. Not an experience I want to go through again.
"dad, dad. Look at the sights", Maestroette screamed in delight. "I can't, I can't. My eyes are closed" screamed back dad in pure terror
As we got off, she begged to look at the photos. How embarrassing. A massive photo of Maestroette screaming delightedly, and dad next to her, holding on for dear life and eyes tightly shut. It didn't help when she uttered the words, "Dad. Why were you praying?"
If you want to see the ride I am on about here is the link.
http://www.google.co.uk/search?q=ra...aCVBMeLOIOogMgO&ved=0CDIQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=614