Your sister prances around happily on the ground, as you sit annoyed in your mother’s arms. She must have sensed your frustration because she offers up a suggestion to the group:
“I know,” she addresses Barbara and Vivian, “Why don’t you guys take Zelina around, and I’ll keep an eye on Jack. This way we can all get to ride more slides, and Jack and I can have some mom-son time.” The others agree, and walk off, leaving you to spend the day with your mom. You wish you could have gone with one of the others, as they would be more open to letting you try some of the bigger rides that are off-limits to you when your mom is around. Trish notices you pouting, and tries her best to cheer you up.
“Jack, sweetie,” she says as she sets you down, “Don’t think we can’t have fun just because I’m your mother. Come on, let’s go get in line. I promise we’ll have a great time.”
The day starts off as expected, with your mom taking you on the smallest slides meant for the youngest kids. You sometimes run into Barbara, Viv and Zelina, who’s having a great time, but is still young enough not to know the difference. Before too long, you convince your mom to let you move up a size, and try some of the bigger rides. She reluctantly agrees, but insists on sharing a raft with you. When these rides go off without a hitch, you ask to try the next step up, and, feeling a bit more at ease, agrees again. Your pleading seems to work today, as you have managed to guilt-trip your mother to not sound like a party pooper. She actually managed to be a fun mom today. Not only that, but you have managed to avoid any hazards, aside from being slightly bent out of shape upon hitting the water. Today was shaping up to be a pretty awesome day.
Finally you decide to make your move. You point towards the towering slide overlooking Splash Zone and implore your mother to let you go. “I don’t know, honey,” she says with a tinge of trepidation in her voice. “That one has always scared me when it comes to you. I just don’t feel right letting you go.”
“Come on, Mom,” you beg, putting everything in to getting a “yes” out of her. “Everything’s been fine today. You know I’ll be in the pool when I come down. And you can go right after me. Please? Please”
“Alright,” she concedes, finally giving into your puppy eyes and assurances. “But I’m going to be right behind you.”
You each grab a raft and get in line. At the top, you are overcome with emotions at finally being able to do something normal kids can do. As you set into place, the attendant warns you to hang on, as riders tend to lose their rafts on the way down. With a slight shove, you are sent on your way. The water rushes up to meet you as you rocket through the tunnel at full speed. The incline gives, and you brace for a sheer vertical drop upon impact. Sure enough you feel your raft slip as you hit the water below. The raft floats to the end of the pool as you hit with a splash. That was awesome!
As you bob to the surface, you see your mother waving to you at the top before she sits down into the tunnel. Suddenly a current from the impact hits you and knocks you back towards the slide. You attempt to free yourself but are caught by the water jets along the end of the slide. You hear a rumbling sound above, and look up to see a massive figure barreling down the slide directly towards you. You struggle vainly to swim away, but the jets are too strong.
“Mom, look out!” you call up to her. “Mom! MOOOOM!”
*SPLASH*
Trish touches down at the bottom of the pool. As she stands up, she notices that her raft had become stuck to her rear end, and pulls it off as she steps out of the pool and looks around for you.
“Whew, that sure was fun, and I turned out to be worried about nothing. You were right, Jack, nothing will happen to you, as long as I’m here with you...Jack? Honey? Jack? Honey? Now where did that boy go?” Your mother figures you must have run off on her. While she was worried about you going off on your own, she figured that with the size of this place, she will find you later. Your going down the big slide on your own somewhat assured her you can take care of yourself, and she can have some time to herself taking her raft down the slides. Unfortunately she didn’t notice that she had also lost her own raft going down the slide, and that it had tumbled off by yours. The “raft” she had landed on, and was currently clutching in her powerful grip as she got back in line to use again, was in fact her son.
For the next few hours, you did what you set out to do, and rode every slide in the park. What you didn’t count on was that you would have to do it squashed under the weight of your mom. The afternoon was a blur of being slammed down at the start of the ride, the air being compressed out of your lungs as your mother sits on you, dashing any hopes you have of reforming, carrying her down a path of hot plastic, and cushioning her fall as she once again flattens you on the landing. This goes on for much of the day until....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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