When I was about 10, Greg was 8, and Lucy was 4, we took a family vacation. On the way home, Mama and Daddy surprised us with a trip to
Magic Mountain. This made them the coolest parents who ever lived. Mama took Lucy to the children's area; Daddy talked up the rollercoasters to Greg and me, and we enthusiastically asked to go on one. The three of us got in line for Viper, where we waited... and waited... for well over an hour. The closer we got to the front of the line, the bigger that coaster looked. At the last minute, Greg and I chickened out. We wouldn't go on it. This was frustrating to Daddy, I'm sure, but maybe he thought he had started too big (Viper is quite a big coaster and also goes upside down). So we went next to the coaster with the cars that hang down from the track instead of riding on top of it; this one didn't go upside down. We waited for a long time in this line. And then we chickened out again. Daddy was M-A-D mad. Even at the time I realized he was mad, and I felt bad about that--but not bad enough to go on the ride. I actually remember seeing my dad look longingly at Viper as we left the park, him having not ridden anything.
Fast forward 17 years to last night. Jon and I took Nate to ride the
big balloon at the
Great Park in Irvine. He points that thing out every time we see it from the freeway. His eyes grew big when we told him that's where we were going. (Side note: we would have taken Lucy, too, but it was nearing her bed time, grampy was already at our house, and she is teething something fierce, so she stayed home to be put to bed.) We arrived at 6:30 and put our names in, not realizing there would even be a wait. We made the best of the wait, running on the grassy area and exploring a little bit. When it grew dark, Nate had fun running along the flashing red lights that were in a line on the ground. Finally, at 8:30, our buzzer buzzed, and we went to the next place to stand in line, right next to the balloon. We just had to wait for a couple of rounds of people to ride in front of us (4-5 minutes each ride), and then it was our turn. Nate was excited... until we were within 15 feet of getting on. Then he decided it just wasn't for him. Ah yes, the ride we had just waited 2 hours to go on? Apparently, it sounded fun for those 2 hours, but not now. So I went on the balloon by myself while Jon waited with Nate on the ground. (It's a good thing we didn't force him to go, because the lift-off was a bit jerky. I didn't mind it, but in his little mind it would have confirmed his fears, I'm sure.) And then we went home.
Pictures during the wait--having lots of fun:



Thoughts as we are walking to get on the ride: concern

And then worry. Notice the clenched fist:

And then making a run for it: