My legs dangled over the edge of the tower. Maybe this was not such a good idea after all, I thought to myself as I stared down at the terrifying drop below me.
All I could feel was the cord dragging me towards the giant pole that was so far away. It was yanking at the harness that wrapped around my waist and in-between my legs. It pulled with the force of a body builder, pulling me towards the drop below. It was terrifyingly steep and I just wanted to walk back down the stairs I came up on. I can do this I told me self. In my head I counted, three… two… one… Go!!
I scooted off the edge and plummeted straight down,towards the solid unforgiving ground. I was petrified as I fell. The feeling of the fall made it feel like the gravity was ten times stronger. The adrenaline rush was exhilarating. Then my heart leaped into my throat and my stomach flipped making me feel nauseous.
Next, I felt a forceful tug as I swung up, opposite from where I started. Looking down I felt like a giant, towering over my friends and my mom. Then I started to swing back down again, but this time I didn’t feel quite as scared as I had the first time I fell. I had already fallen once and survived. This time I enjoyed falling. The wind blew my hair back out of my face as I fell and the cool breeze felt refreshing. I continued to swing back and forth, every time I swung up I was slightly lower than the previous swing until I slowly came to a stop.
I believe that if you are afraid to do something you should have an open mind because what may seem scary can turn out to be fun. Before, I was frightened to go on the ride and I wanted to back out and give up. After I did it I had fun and if I get the opportunity to do it again I definitely would. I know that if I do it again I would view my legs dangling over the edge of the tower as a positive and excited feeling.