‘Look what we have here before us’ Cyrus’s speech echoes round my head.
Families covered in colours. ‘He’s my Micky, I’m her Minnie’, ‘Family Robinson on Vacation 2016’, ‘Jesus Loves You’ (combined with other bible quotes). All Like delegates from gangs, all ready to march on the next ride, all ready to cut anyone that crosses their territories. Boss, Stef, Niall and I wore matching T-shirts. I would have cut some one for a whisky… ‘Can You Dig IT?
My thoughts jumped randomly around; ‘food, what ride is next, water, sunscreen, gotta photograph that. Blank tranquil peace, food, what ride is…’ an ever repeating cycle. It’s hard to hold up a conversation in between the commas and fear lingers behind me in place of my shadow. I am not the biggest fan of roller-coasters; early childhood fears catch everyone in the end. I tend not show my little insecurities, at least I didn’t think I was showing but everybody already knew. Boss knew. We have been through this before.
“How’s your tummy? You feeling OK? If you don’t want to do this ride you don’t have to.” Boss always spoke these words to me softly, away from the couples and crowds and always with one had on my stomach. She always moves her hand with a slow, clockwise motion that is soothing and relaxing. I like the motion. There is an in-joke about me being a cat, I think there’s some truth to it.
“I’m good Boss, don’t worry about me” I can never lie to her convincingly enough but I would not let fear be my steer. “I just need to go to the loo. I will be fine“. Bloody Crohn’s Disease.