Before we went in the St. Louis Arch, our daughter declared (quite a few times, for two days) that she wasn't going with us; she'd be on the ground waiting on us, she sure wasn't going to look down, etc.
When Billy got tickets we had to get in line immediately. I just handed her a ticket and said they needed us to stand here. Then it was time for us to go down the stairs and next thing you know we are in the pod and headed to the top.
When we get to the top, she runs to the windows, and tells everyone how amazing it is - repeatedly.
Isn't that the way we are with so many things? We tell God, our boss, our mate what we're not going to do and why and how and they we jump. The thrill of the new thing is better than we could have ever imagined.