I have been very fortunate that in my life, I have never felt truly scared. Well, apart from seeing 'The Woman In Black' theatre production in London (absolutely and undeniably terrifying) and a few horror films here and there, I have never felt true fear or felt unsafe.
Until now. The summer holidays. Supposedly the time when we are supposed to relax and have fun. On Wednesday 17th August 2011 that all changed. Me, my mum, brother and some family friends were going on a trip to a park in Stourport, where there are usually some rides. I've been there about three or four times before, so I knew what to expect.
Initially, the day was going quite well. We went on a small boat driven by my 11 year old brother and survived. I'd been on the previously terrifying dragon ride and realised that it is terrifying- when you are 10. After somewhat attempting to fall down a slide (yes, you read that right) gracefully and going on a slightly painful spinning ride, it was all well and good in Stourport park.
That is, it was all well and good until I opted to go on yet another spinning ride, something very out of character for the 'ride wimp' that I see myself as. However, I decided to go on the ride, despite still being extremely dizzy from the last ride. I'd been on this ride earlier in the day, so I knew what I was in for; being crammed into a small spinning pod with someone else, whilst the whole ride spins up and down until you are completely disorientated when you make your escape.
Chuckles- what I called the man running the ride due to the fact that when I previously screamed like a maniac, he did what his name said, had a good old chuckle at my fear on the ride- took one look at me and let out a small but clear laugh. Not a friendly 'You were a bit funny on the ride earlier' laugh, more like an evil and slightly deranged 'This is what I get paid for, watching these fools in fear' laugh.
Nevertheless I got on the ride with my friend and realised that in actual fact, it wasn't too scary. Comparing it to some of the unimaginably scary rides at Alton Towers, it was alright. So me and my friend sat there, spinning round and round as I laughed and said 'What was I scared of? This is fine!' I shouldn't have said that, it was a stupid thing to say. At that moment, I could feel a slight pain in my head. The start of a headache maybe? No, I don't get headaches that often, I thought to myself. I then realised it was dizziness. Such an overpowering feeling and when on a ride, so horrible.
I started to scream, louder and louder, this time truly fearful that I was going to be sick. Of course, no one realised that; my mom, brother and friends were completely oblivious and kept waving every time I spun round into their view. Which, come to think of it was quite a lot. Whilst screaming, I glanced over to Chuckles, who yet again was in his own little world of menacing laughter.
By now I was feeling terrible. The mini sick had been done (where you're slightly sick but swallow it, disgusting I know), my stomach was ready and I knew what was coming. The ride came to a sudden stop, and Chuckles strolled over. As he lifted up the bar to put me out of my misery- I was sick. All inside the ride. I'd had a raspberry drink earlier, resulting in my sick being pink. If it weren't sick it may have strangely looked pretty. Now when you're sick on a ride, it's difficult to think of something to say afterwards, so I looked up at Chuckles and slowly said 'I have been sick, I am sorry.' When I got off the ride I was sick again, this time on the lovely red carpet on the ground that is now called 'The sick covered red carpet at the dry cleaners.' Oh yes, and on myself. This regrettably included my new Topshop shorts and my favourite shoes. I won't bore you with too many more details but I was also sick through my nose, which was the moment that I discovered that it is possible to be sick through your nose.
I took my walk of shame and was somewhat proud that Chuckles had his comeuppance and had to close his ride to clean my beautiful pink sick. I suppose all this serves me right for going on a ride that has the word 'Hell' at the beginning. Should have gone to specsavers...