1076. Ferris wheel ride

Petronella always went to a lot of trouble when it came to finding her son the right birthday present. Jason’s eleventh birthday was coming up and she knew exactly what to give him: a day’s pass to the local adventure playground.

She dropped Jason and a friend off at the entrance and told them to be good and enjoy themselves.

When Jason was at the top of the Ferris wheel it jammed. Jason panicked. He screamed. Eventually he was rescued.

Petronella’s birthday gift to her son lasted a life time; for the rest of his life he had a fear of heights.

19 thoughts on “1076. Ferris wheel ride

  1. Sarah Angleton

    Aw, poor Jason. I have a soft spot for Ferris wheels. They’re not the most exciting ride (or the scariest, I mean, come on, Jason), but they were invented in my home town.

        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          That’s the last time I use Wikipedia – although it probably accurately says it somewhere.
          Jacksonville! Did you attend Lincoln’s speech there in 1856?!

          1. Sarah Angleton

            Sadly I missed the original, bell, I have attended multiple re-enactments of it. There’s not much to do. It’s not a very large town. And no worries. Most people outside of Illinois assume we’re all from Chicago. Come to think of it, so do most of the people who live IN Chicago, too.

  2. umashankar

    I was expecting the worst, but Jason was lucky to have escaped the ride alive! The day before yesterday, two little kids and their parents lost their lives when a tall tree fell on the wires of the cable car they were riding.


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