Well, I honestly don’t think I can!
Like, I think it will always be there with me…
I went to a camp…And I got onto the Flying Fox, which was really high up, went from a high hill, across a lake, to another side, where there was a landing pad. Man, it was amazing!!
But, later, it got more amazing.
There was a High Ropes Course/Challenge…
You are really, really high up, and if you fell, I highly doubt you could survive…..
It involved a friend and myself, high up, walking across tiny planks of wood…At first, I was really scared, though somewhat excited I was facing my fears…
Once I started, I was absolutely scared…
As it continued, the course increased in height, and increased in difficulty. At one point, I seriously thought I couldn’t do it. I wanted to give up. I needed to give up. I didn’t know how…How I was going to do this…How I was going to do anything!
I remember, the hardest point…This wood, once you put a tiny bit of weight on it, it swings back and forth…forward and backwards…and depending on where you put your foot, it leant to a particular side. That was the scariest part!
After that part, there was a black rope.. You basically just climb across… and that is how easy it was meant to be…
I have no upper body strength, let alone, any at all! haha
I remember my friend, had already crossed it, and said to me “I’m scared…” because she stood, at the post, with it shaking when I tried to move…
It was completely safe, but the idea that, I could fall (the safety was amazing, but there was always this idea of “What if?”)
It was impossible of me falling, but it kept popping up…What if this happened, if that happened…I could fall..I could hurt myself..I may not be able to do it..
At the very very end of the course…
I remember, the end…the easiest part…it was like a jump of faith…You put your flying fox on the line, and begin to slide down to the ground, ending the course…It was amazing. That feeling that I had finished the entire course…My friend had already gone down, and I cheered for her as she did..And she stared at me, from the ground, saying “come on!!” But I stood there, looking at the sky, looking out, over the towering trees, that from the ground, were impossible to see past…and I smiled…And put on the last remaining bolt over the equipment…And then jumped…and flew down that fox, with so much excitement. I really encourage, people who are REALLY scared of heights, or even just the fear of falling…To try this.
It really helped me, and I am scared of the tiniest heights!! I am scared of falling a lot too..And at the end of the course…I do admit, I had so much sweat… It was a mixture of nerves…and strength to do it.
Thanks for reading!
