I know what you are thinking, with that thread title.
But no, it is not the BG type of of rollercoaster. I am talking about an actual rollercoaster. The kind you ride at the amusement park.
When my son was 7 years old, I took him to a very large amusement park that had a bunch of rollercoasters. There was one that terrified him. It had three loops, and went between a bunch of trees - so close you could almost touch them. Straight toward a tree and then it would veer off at the last second and then you were doing a loop.
It had always been one of my favorites. I loved it. I had been on it countless times and I was so excited that I might be able to ride it with him.
My son was terrified. I kept trying to talk him into trying it. “Just try it once!”, I told him. I promised I would hold on to him the whole time.
He kept slouching, trying to not reach the “You must be this tall to ride this ride” marker. But there was no way he could come up short. He could not get out of it that way.
I kept trying to convince him. It took all he had to get on that ride. Finally, after a lot of coaxing and convincing, I got him to agree. And standing in that long line was torture for him.
Finally, he went on the ride. He had a death-grip on my neck the whole time.
When it was over, he loved it. I did not have to convince him to ride it a second time.
So @LarissaW, here is my question for you…
Who showed more bravery on that day? My son or me?