There is a ride at Silverwood named Panic Plunge. I wanted to go soooo bad on this ride and bad back or no I was going. Chris was game to come with me, but Ben was having none of it. I tried calling him chicken and a baby, but he wasn't going. However, according to his testimony the following Sunday at church, his Dad shamed him into going and so he came with me.
Ben - All is well until the ride starts moving.
Then we climb up and up and up. See those holes in the bottom of the seats? I told Ben they were toilet holes for those who got too scared and could not hold it.
I'm thinking that Chris needed that toilet hole. Pretty sure he was ready to kneel and kiss the ground while singing praises that his life had been spared.
Then there was this shot. Victory!!! Chris rode and conquered the ride and lived to tell the tale.
Then our day was done. It was fun and we or at least I was ready to go home.
Next year however, I won't forget to bring along some of these for those panic rides.
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