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I did not imagine it would come to this.
Why do I need it? Am I masochist?
I shook my head spreading frightened thoughts across the floor and entered the wagon after my son.
Well, it is not that bad until now.
Bar closed on our legs and we both simultaneously caught the handle.
The wagon moved. Slowly. Too slowly for my taste.
Then began to go up. Up. UP. UP!! (Stop it!)
It stopped. (Oh dear!)
My son caught me with his left hand and closed eyes.
The wagon began to move.
Slowly. Very slowly. Like the music in "Jaws" going quicker and quicker.
Suddenly I heard "Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh..Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
It stopped with the third loop but returned with the first screw the wagon entered.
I could not understand where my stomach is now.
I remember that at the beginning it was in my throat, pressing on trachea and stopping me from breathing.
But now it went towards my right kidney, pressing hard on it, making it impossible to contain all the liquid inside.
"Ahhhh" got another much higher pitch.
I caught that now it was me who joined the choir.
"Keep tight! It's just a moment or two more!" mantra helped me very little.
I closed eyes and felt that the breakfast I enjoyed so much, is rising up to my nose.
With open eyes it was better, especially as I could see the end.
Which came at last.
Ow my!
The wild hysterical laugh of relieve accompanied our entering to the station.
I tried to unclutch my son's hand from my elbow, but it took me three tries to do it.
I looked at him.
All the time of sunbathing was lost for nothing. He was white as if two months' tan was on somebody else.
"You can breathe now, son."
He looked at me and began to breathe normally.
We went in the direction of the exit, just after the man from the wagon behind ours dragged his wife out.
It was nice drive.
.
Outside, my son said: "It was great! I want once more!"
"Pass" were my words while my feet took me to the nearest bench.
Reviewed by Georg Mateos
3/16/2009
Your son and mine must be twins! Many years ago we went to Kopenhagen Tivoli Park, where there was a Rollercoaster (Europe version, not our American wacky ones) but dangerous looking enough.
The raid was quick and surgical, I left my heart somewhere up there, and was thanking the Lord for my good luck coming back in one piece when the little monster said, "lets do it again! ! !please please please?"
I know brother...I know.
Georg