So i was just up in my dad's new work shed (The He Shed is what we call it), and there's this little loft on the top made of 1 sheet of plywood. I was going into the loft for the first time today.
Don't get me wrong, i love it up there, but i just tried to get down and forgot of my fear of heights.
So there i am, 7 feet up, standing on my dads hands, full panic attack mode, absolutely freaking out. At that point i was shaking so i couldn't hold onto anything and was all unstable.
Took dad fifteen minutes to finally get me down from there.
If you're wondering how i got up there, it was this little five inch wide peice of wood that had these little block steps on it. The steps were like, a foot and a half apart from eachother. AND it wasn't screwed in.
I hold onto everything like a parrot, so when it didn't have rungs, i couldn't get down like normal.
So yeah, my nights gonna be full of nightmares about that fucking ladder.
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