Margaret Moffat, 42, Penicuik
Racing towards the rollercoaster, my daughter Hannah, eight, couldn’t contain her excitement.
‘Can we go on it, Dad? Please?’ she begged, tugging insistently at my husband Adam’s arm.
‘Oh go on then, let’s give it a go!’ he agreed.
But I could see fear glinting in his eyes…
It was September 2012, and me, Adam, then 39, Hannah, and our youngest, Holly, four, were on a much-needed family holiday in the beautiful Torremolinos, Spain.
Climbing into the rollercoaster, Hannah jiggled with excitement.
But by that point, poor Adam looked like he was in a complete panic, his face white as a sheet.
Not because he was scared of heights – but because he was 23st.
And as the ride operator tried to secure Adam’s safety harness…
