I have never considered myself as the adventurous type. I don't feel the need for speed. I don't ride rollercoasters. I have never flown because I have a phobia to heights and falling. But for some strange reason, a couple of summers ago, I allowed my family to talk me into ziplining. I knew I had messed up before the first run. I was totally uncomfortable with the walk up to the jumping off platform. We had to walk up an incline on 2x4s holding on to a rope handrail; it was very shaky. It put a whole new spin on the swinging bridge!
There were 5 runs total. Of course, I was the last one to jump in our group. It was the scariest thing that I have ever done. Then to add to my overwhelming sense of fear, just as I am about to jump...some lady screams out, "Oh, look, there's a squirrel!" Now, I am a country girl and I know quite a bit about squirrels. I know that they can actually leap from tree to tree. I know that they have long sharp teeth and claws. So here I am, whizzing through the woods on the zipline, and praying that the loose squirrel doesn't decide to jump as I am going by and land on my face! Now, wouldn't that be a sight? It would be worse than Ray Steven's song about the day the squirrel got loose at the First Righteous Church.
I survived the zipline experience, but whenever someone suggests ziplining around me, I just say, "Been there and done that!" Although, I usually don't like taking risk, I do surprise myself at times. I took a doula training and attended a birth where I actually cut the cord! I did an impromptu comedy act in front of an audience where I just ad-libbed my lines. I recently signed up for zumba classes and very much enjoyed it. I also took the A-Z Challenge and wrote my way through the alphabet during this month (April). I loved it! I appreciate the comments that were left and the new blogging friends made along the way. Everyone keep writing and telling your stories!