"I can't believe I'm doing this," I thought to myself. Even before the bus dropped me off I had decided that I wouldn't to the zip line and here I am on the platform, strapped into the one thing I feared most.
All my friends were urging me on I heard things like "You can do it," and "It's so much fun!" Now it was my turn and I wanted nothing else more then to go back down the ladder that would lead me to safety. Lots of other people had done, lots of other people had chickened out.
But it was already too late I was fully sucured in, there was no return now.
"This is nothing to freak out about, don't worry." But as I looked down at the ground, way down at the ground. I felt the butterflies flying in my stomach, just as frantic as I was.
Finally I lauched off the platform and into the open air. "The harness is my friend, the harness is my friend," I kept chanting in my head. My hands we wet with sweat from gripping the rope so hard. The wind rushed past my face and I looked down at the trees rushing by me. I was a bird soaring through the sky.
I remained silent through my entire ride, unlike most of my friends. My excitment was canceled out by the fear I had before the ride. I didn't even breathe. I felt totally weightless in those short moments. Then my feet crashed into the ground and I felt the vibrations travel up my legs as I touched. I dragged my feet so that I would stop. As I did my cord twisted a little and I twirled around, but another counsolor grabbed my feet and helped me unstrap.
I walked into the kitchen.
"How was your trip?"
"Same."
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