But she'd only enjoy it. Frankly the girl has no fear. She went on that ride five times, and happily walked all the way back up the forest path to the top of the hill on her own, which probably isn't legal at the age of four. It's a good job everyone thinks she's seven.
Personally, I went on that ride three times, each occasion filled with terror as I swerved uncontrollably all over the track, convinced I was about to break both arms. The only thing keeping me going was the knowledge that it can't be as dangerous as it feels, and they wouldn't let you do it if there was a chance of serious injury. At which point the bloke at the top told me that he's seen quite a few people fall off. And probably attended their funerals. So I left Amelie to it.
Anyhoo, having weighed up our options for Thursday, we decided against African gorillas in the mist, and opted for Woodlands Park in the fog. It meant Lisa could wear her scarf again. And with the BBC no longer owning the rights to all Formula 1 races, I'm thinking of offering them this...
That ride is strictly for children aged 6-12. Unless the park's deserted and the staff are all on a tea break. At which point all bets are off, and anything goes. Including Lisa around a race track.
To be honest, it felt like we had Woodlands Park to ourselves for most of the day. It was a bit like The Blair Witch Project with slides. And after our second full day, we still hadn't seen everything. We did, however, try the indoor rides, which proved to be surprisingly good, particularly the Barracuda slide, which made the Ninja Towers one look like a toddler toy. I'd show you a photo, but I was too busy screaming like a girl.
After a brief shower, we headed back into the woods for a bit of swinging...
... after which Amelie drove us to distraction on a big train...
But ultimately, as a pushy parent, you can only really have fun if you send your daughter down a zip wire at full speed with no safety equipment...
I think I need to push her a bit harder.
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