When my little daughter helped me

One day, my daughter Sarah, who was five years old at the time, asked me, “Aren’t we going on the roller coasters today?”

I remembered that I had promised we would go. We enjoyed Blackpool, a very popular tourist destination in the North West of the UK, and especially a theme park, called “Pleasure Beach,” with roller coasters and other rides (including, at that time, the tallest, fastest roller coaster in the world). In particular, we liked to visit a large area with smaller rides for children. But that day, that moment, I didn’t feel very well. I explained to Sarah that I had been feeling like I had a cold or flu, and didn’t want to go out. She seemed disappointed, understandably, as she had been looking forward to our day.

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