The Walk

2. My First

"Don't stop!"

"Keep on going!"

"Quick!" I continued to scream at the top of my lungs.

He held my hand tighter, pulling me towards him. I was all sweat, trying to keep up with him. After some time, we finally reached the destination. Our chests were heaving up and down as our heartbeats maintained its rhythm, and gradually becoming slower.

I stood by him and I wondered how he ran so fast. It was a cold November night with so many patrons walking in the streets among the large crowd.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I smiled nervously. My heart says I must do it, and that I can do it, but my conscience keeps pulling me back to the reality and the possible dimming of my future out of my own choices. Was I ready for this?

"Yes," I whispered to myself, hoping that he wouldn't hear it somehow. Wait what? I didn't know what I was thinking. Wait! I wasn't ready...at all.

"Then, let's do it," he said smirking – laughing rather. I can't believe that I said that, but there is no turning back now.

We went inside a creaky cubicle. The rate was economy friendly, and it shouldn't be my concern at that moment. It was a once in a lifetime decision

Things got heated, hands were shaking, and my half-thought decision realized. I should have no time for worrying at this point. Everything was set out in front of me. I sat on an old chair, and there he followed. He held my hand and reassured me.

"It will be fun," he said.

I was burning with fear, doubt, but at the same time I felt excited to experience this for the first time. From there, it started. Hearts beat faster, following the beat of a metronome going fast. Faster and faster, and gradually we were very high in the air.

"Stop! Bring me down. Sh*t, stop this!" I screamed with all my might.

I looked out the window of the aged machine that had triggered excitement among many of the youth in the locality. I could see more people below us, looking at us. Some were even laughing at how we expressed. I made the wrong decision. I screamed with a pitch audible only to dogs. After running a bad mouth, my eyes widened as I remember reality.

"My mom's gonna kill me! I'm sorry!" I shouted more

I felt like I was at the prime of my life, although I know it was just the start. Fears turned into laughter and happiness. I screamed one last time.

"I finally did it!" I screamed in pride.

I forgot that I was with someone at all. My friends were in front of us and I looked like I just got out fresh from a fight.

After a lifetime, I was tired of screaming my lungs out. The speed of the infamous Viking ride slowly turned to a halt. I came down the machine, holding his hand and my head.

"That was crazy!" I said with my biggest grin.

I did not lie. It was first of the many crazy crimes that I committed, and it was the first that I did it with a friend.

It was the end of long series of the solo flights doing solo crimes. It was the first time I broke my goody two shoes persona. I broke all the barriers and made my own independence. I owned my freedom. The night ended with a blast of colors and dancing. When I came home, I was hesitant to share it with Mother when she asked how my night went. I smiled.

"It felt too much to handle, mother," I vaguely replied.

Then, I went on to tell her everything. I expected her to be somehow indifferent or to reprimand me for breaking her rule about being in amusement parks. One word from her, my make-believe freedom could have ended for good.

"Good. I'm happy that you're happy," she said.

One word from her and I was fleeting on my cloud nine. It didn't exactly mean that I was free, but to me it meant that she respected my decisions for myself.

It's not bad at all when you break some of your mother's keep safe rules, especially when you know you must be responsible and liable for your own actions. Being a young adult, it's fun to hold your time and create happiness for yourself and one must not forget the limitations of happiness.

But one must not forget to tell a mother the truth for mothers have psychic abilities that allow them to know the truth and the truth alone, right?

Fin.