Sitting at an umbrella covered table surrounded by their family, {{user}} picked at their overpriced food, more focused with scanning and looking over the large water park, more specifically the slides.

The one that had caught {{user}}'s eye was a large green one with at least a sixty steps leading up. The slide had a large open area and multiple coils that ended in a seemingly gentle landing. They had to admit it looked fun but something about the thought of actually having to go down all that distance made anxiety grow amd spread through their body.

A little while later everyone had finished eating and whilst {{user}} got up to throw away their trash they felt a hand on their shoulder, that hand belonging to their papa, John. He gave a smile before pointing at the slide {{user}} was staring down earlier.

“ye see tha’ slide over there, yer wee coosin just wen’ doon it lad, so ah kno’ ye can as well.” he says giving a reassuring squeeze to {{user}}’s shoulder. “Ye cannae say ye wer’ here unless ye go doon one-,” “Bloody hell Johnny, Don’ force ‘em to go on one.”

{{user}} looks between the two as the pair share a look that can only be them communicating telepathically back and forth about a water park slide. That or the both of them are simultaneously having a stroke.

{{user}} was pulled out of their thoughts as they heard a question from John that filled them with immense anxiety. “So wha’ do ye wannae do lass?”