Either I am a wimp, or Girl Terror is really brave. We went to the swimming pool on Tuesday. It's a great pool, with a big water slide, a couple little toddler slides, a nice wading section, and a really cool "river". Girl Terror and I went down the big water slide together. Usually her daddy takes her, but I wanted some fun time with her, so off we went.
After a loooong hike up the stairs (when you have to plant both feet firmly on each and every step it can take awhile) we were ready to fly. I sat down, and put her on my lap. I assured her I would hug her the whole way down, no worries, don't be scared, and all that. She was all "Ready, Mummy? Let's go!!!" while I was hanging on the sides for dear life, trying to convince her we'd be okay.
They say if you sit up, you slow down on a water slide. HA! I sat bolt upright, squeezing my child to my chest, the entire ride. We did NOT slow down. Not a bit. I don't know how fast we zoomed past the walls, because my eyes were shut as tight as I could get them. I don't know if she laughed, or yelled, or anything on the way down. I couldn't hear a thing over the shrill screams of terror that seemed to be following me.
When we got to the bottom, she clambered out, saying "That was fun!! What a great slide!!" Once my legs stopped wobbling, Hubby had a turn on the slide with the Fearless One, and I took Boy Terror to the wading pool area. I felt safer there, where I could sit on the bottom of the shallow pool and hang on to his floaty thing.