I can’t say that I have a “worst
fear” that I’m deathly scared of and it controls my life. However, I tend to
forget how much I hate heights until I’m thrown into a situation where I’m up
in some high up place and can’t help but look down.
It hit me again yesterday when I was
out on vacation. We went to a place called Wonderworks. It’s a lot of fun
interactive exhibits, and there’s ropes courses and laser tag and lots of
family fun stuff. I didn’t think the ropes course would be that bad, until I got
hooked in, went up, and looked down. You’re pretty much standing on this
platform (without any railings!) while being hooked in by this 1” thick rope. You
then have two choices- walk around on more 1” thick ropes, or just go back
down. Well the first time I went up, I got up there, mini freaked out, managed
to get across one of the ropes sections, then proceeded to quickly get back
down to ground level.
After collecting myself and
reevaluating which sections of the course were at least slightly safer, I
managed to convince myself to go back up. This time I actually made it across a
few different sections. I’m proud of myself for going back up and trying again.
Maybe not conquering my fear, but not letting it stop me.
Now as if I hadn’t had enough fear
induced, adrenaline pumping action for the day, I decided to go zip lining. I
was okay when I got harnessed in. But then they made me wait for almost 45
minutes. Of course this time allowed my mind to think of all the terrible
things that could happen while I was hanging from a cable three stories up in
the air. Once they finally let us go up the tower, I was okay walking up, but
then they made me step up to the edge of the platform. Trust me, if you’re
standing on the edge of a platform three stories up over a lake, you start to
freak out a little. But once I went it was so much fun. I’m so glad I didn’t
let my fears stop me.
♥ Diary of a Teen
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