We went to The Great State Fair of Texas. SO MUCH FUN. So much money.
Anyway, DH was riding a roller coaster with the 2 older boys. My 3rd was not tall enough, so I took him on a smaller ride. (Frankly, I don't know why he could ride this specific ride instead of the one mentioned...but I digress.)
AS I WAS SAYING, we were on a different ride....kind of like the Octopus. The claw that has the seats hanging from the top arm. It raises, spins, twists, and turns....I had to pray...LITERALLY....that I would not puke. (again...digression)
My 5 year-old and I climbed on and got the shoulder bar pulled down and locked into place. I looked around and saw a mom with her 9 or 10 year old son, all grins....she was locked in...he was not.
She asked me, "Could you wave that man down? He needs to lock in my son."
First, for those who don't know me, my voice carries....well....ok, really, I'm LOUD. (I don't have to try.) So I wave and holler, "SIR!"
I did this about a dozen times....leaning to the left trying to catch the eye of the man locking the seats....leaning to the right trying to be noticed by the man operating the machine.
I looked at the mom and said, "He'll probably be back around to check."
I continue waving, kicking and hollering.
Next thing we know...the arm starts to lift up. Had my heiney not been puckered so tightly, I would have pooped my britches! The mom, in hysterics, screams at her son, "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" At the same time, using her left arm to physically shove him out of the seat. These kind of seats have the raised area that fits between your legs to keep you from sliding out.
He finally got out and dropped about 4-5 feet. As soon as he hit the ground, people waiting in line began screaming and waving that there was a loose body under the ride. The boy ran over to the gate where the operator just froze (thankfully, after pushing the "stop" button"). A few seconds later, upon coming to his senses, the operator lowered the ride, and the boy (surprisingly) got back on, strapped in and all went as planned.
That could have been bad.....really bad....REALLY BAD.
I still have the memory of that momma's face in my mind...I hear her screams....I put myself in her place and think of my own children.
One of those freak accidents that could change lives forever.
Thank you, God, for keeping your hand upon that boy. For helping him to be instantly obedient and for giving that momma the physical strength to help her son out of the seat.
I'm a full-time mom to 4 wonderful boys ages 16, 14, 12 and 10. My sweet hubby, who happens to be my best friend, is a pilot. We have been married for 24 years, but have known each other since 1st grade. I was a middle school math teacher, but began staying home with the birth of my 4th child. After being home for 8 years, I went back into teaching. I currently teach 4th grade math.