If you think he’s freaking out now, wait until he finds out how much churros are.
This is terrifying…and I know from experience. STORY TIME.
First time I rode a roller-coaster it was when I was really young and the ride was “Wild Izzy” at Busch Gardens Williamsburg, VA. The ride was only open for 3 weeks before being closed and re-done after it was deemed “too dangerous”. I rode alone in a car with my mom and uncle in the car behind me…as I was trying to be a brave little kid. On the first drop, my lap bar came undone, and being a lanky 5 year old I was sliding around the bench seat I was in. It was one of those coasters with quick snapping turns and short, fast drops…and my lapbar was not on — I WAS LITERALLY HOLDING MYSELF IN A ROLLER COASTER WITH NO SAFETY RESTRAINT.
3 or so years later I tried roller coasters again after some bullying from my older brother. I was so scared that I stopped breathing on the ascent….at the beginning of the first drop I passed out. My brother shook me until I came to, which unfortunately was at the beginning of the second drop. Waking up disoreinted in semi-freefall is one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me.
15 years later, I finally am over my crippling fear of heights and free-fall after many friends have forced me to go on big roller coasters and forcing myself to jump off of things higher than 30 feet.