So like last summer, I was at a small water park with some friends and my bro and mom. I decided to go on the high dive because i wanted to show off.
But the SECOND I looked over the edge, I felt like dying. I wanted to go back down the ladder, to run away but i couldn't. You HAVE to jump after climbing.
So I hesitated for what seemed like 10 mintues then decided to jump. I held my breath and pushed off the board.
THE FALL. Dude, the fall. 0-o
I felt my stomach twist and flip (metaphorically) in mid air. Then I let out a short yell which got cut off by me hitting the water.
I did it a couple more times just to feel the rush of excitment again. yes, excitement. When i got out of the diving area I was like, so extatic to go again but when i got back up the same hesitation and worry rushed over me.
I guess this was like, a thing to say that, even when you're scared, even when you feel anxious. All you have to do is take that last step into the unknown below, and you'll come back out feeling a lot more... alive :)
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Randommemories I have of my 2000s childhood and just stuff that brings that weird but somehow comforting feeling of being a kid again.
