Sometimes the idea of a thrill ride is very inviting, especially when that thrill ride is somewhere else.
As you get closer to the ride, and begin to appreciate how tall it is or how fast it goes, the thrill can slip into fear. I’ve had this experience, and now my son has, too.
We were visiting a hotel that housed a couple of enclosed water slides. We had to bide our time in a regular pool for a while because a thunder storm had closed down the metal slides. My son has a love-hate relationship with water, so we passed the time having a squirt gun war that consisted of him squirting me and then complaining of Geneva Convention violations every time I attempted to squirt him back.
He rarely entered the pool, though the water barely reached his waist, because standing up to your hips in water is half-way to the horror of putting your head underwater. It’s a slippery slope, and even a four-year-old can figure out that the slopes must be slipperier around the pool, or they wouldn’t yell at you so much for running.
Just as our little swimmer was in danger of getting wet, we learned that the slides had reopened. We hurried back, excited about the thrills that lay in store. In our minds, those thrills were enclosed completely within the envelopes of our comfort levels.
At the stairs leading to the top of the slides was a wooden squirrel with a measuring stick. The squirrel said you had to be yea tall to ride the slides. While I picked out a two-person tube, my son approached the squirrel. Every step of the way he carefully examined the stairway that rose so high that it disappeared into the roof of the building.
I could see the exact moment when that squirrel changed his tune. As my son drew close, the squirrel whispered that you have to be shorter than the line to have an excuse for not riding the slides. My son stood up next to the yard stick. Too his dismay, he learned that he stood a good two inches above the exemption line.
Stripped of his technical disqualification, the boy’s only recourse was the ugly truth. “I don’t want to go.”
Caution can be a good thing. This boy’s cautious nature has surely saved us trips to the E.R. Yet, what parent wants their kid to be the one who is sidelined by caution while the other kids are having fun? There has to be a middle ground. That middle ground was the tube slide.
Mother and father conspired to trick coax the boy into helping us carry the tube up the stairs. At the top, it took 15 minutes of negotiation and the bribe of new camouflage shorts and a trip to the toy store to get him into the tube. We had to launch quickly, so he ended up riding with his mother.
I went down both slides, and the one he took was much less intense. Still, he did not enjoy it. This made us feel bad for a while, but it didn’t harm him, and now he gets to collect his rewards. All in all, he’s a better man for it.
As for the parents, well, the slides were supposed to be cheap entertainment. Let’s see how much that one ride ends up costing us.
I had to coax my daughter on some roller coasters a few weeks ago at 6 flags. I’m not sure that she “liked” any of them, but she was a trooper. Your four year old sounds like my four year old would have acted about such large slides.
I remember your post about the roller coasters. Your girl did well. Maybe I’ll just work on the fear of vegetables with my boy. He thinks they are very dangerous too.
I can’t blame him. I’m going to be 53 and I still don’t link to get my head wet. LOL
Oh, Sandy, you’re missing out on all the fun.
Mine wouldn’t go near the water without clinging to his father or I until he turned 5. Smart Grandma bought him a set of swimming goggles and flippers, and away he went. He is now a fish and I cannot get him out of the water without a bribe. Still doesn’t like the water slides though.
We’ve got the goggles, but they don’t seem to help. Maybe we’ll try the flippers next, but I have a hunch they’ll just make him feel all that much more like a sinker.
When my son was younger he begged to be taken to see an IMAX 3d movie called Dinosuars. We bought the tickets, got our 3d glasses and sat down. As soon as the movie started he turned to me and said, “We have to go.” He was terrified. Like any good parent, who had already paid for a movie, I made him stay and watch the entire movie. There were some tears, but IMAX movies aren’t cheap.
Kids never appreciate the cost of the things they want to back out of after the admission has been paid.