How The Zip Line Changed My Life

So I did it like 20 more times before finally resting up on the shore. As time passed by, it felt as if we spent the whole day swimming and jumping off a helicopter skydiving. Then the unexpected happen, my best friends Ivan and Nathan decided they wanted to get a go at the bridge. In my head, I knew this was not a good idea. The bridge was skyscraping, towering, mighty, I can’t even think of words to describe it. It was unmatchable and yet they want to jump off it. I tried to convince them not to, worrying that something might go wrong if they did. Quite frankly they didn’t care what I had to say and offered me to jump with them. I was already on the bridge with them and they were on the outside of the rails ready to jump. While all my friends are behind me they wanted to see all three of us jump at the same time. I was scared shitless. But being me I caved in and vaulted right over the rail and stood next to 2 of my best friends as we were about to jump a bridge. I’ve never been more scared in my life, looking down at my feet it looked like the people below me were ants. We stood there for a good 5 minutes contemplating on whether we should jump or not. The longer we sat there the worst it became, we were all trembling with fear. Both Ivan and Nathan had fear in their eyes like I’ve never seen before. I bet they were just as scared as I was. The sun was gleaming at all 3 of us as we stood there in shock and awe. But we had to man up and jump, so we did exactly that. The water was fragile, universe-blue-colour, making it appear like nature’s amphitheatre. At that very moment all 3 of us jumped, the air felt ice cold, it felt as if everything was statue still, like time froze on us. It was peaceful and comfortable, I have never experienced such a unique feeling. As we came racing down we smacked the water and plunged right for the surface gasping for air. It was a feeling that you can’t shake

Then That's when the anxiety kicked in. As the creaky cart started to go up the tracks creek creek as the cart went up. I kept my eyes open as I watched us go up. Once we reached the top I could see the beautiful day and the bright white clouds and the… aww as the cart went down, the cart was going so fast It was like I was flying a 100 miles per hour. All I could hear were screams of everyone and myself but mostly myself. Once we went down the big drop it was not that bad, I couldn't believe that I survived the drop that was normally the part I cried on. After the big drop we went in a big circle as it headed for the little drop we went down in the big circle as I had my hands up feeling free like a bird. Then the little drop hit you could hear the cart starting to speed up on the tracks again and I said “woh” and then the cart started slowing down again as we reached the station. We all clapped and said We SURVIVED! Once we exited the cart with are legs numb from all that excitement and impact we headed down to get some drinks and to discuss which to ride next, and that was the time I survived Six

I felt the dread sink like a rock in my stomach. My two brothers, Ryan and Matthew, were on the opposite end of the spectrum. My mother had been telling us for weeks that we were going up to the farm that my family owned, but I didn’t quite believe her until today. My brothers were given dirt bikes last Christmas while I was given a ATV. Both of them had been counting down the days until they were able to finally ride the dirt bikes and that day had come. After everything was packed, I crammed myself in the van with my brothers and hoped for this trip to end quickly.

My stomach twisted and scrunched up into knots after gazing up at the structure. The dreaded day had finally come: the day that I would conquer the high ropes course at summer camp. As a fourteen-year old girl who was frightened by heights of any kind, strapping on a harness and climbing up a bunch of shaky poles and shivering wires was definitely the last thing I wanted to do. Nonetheless, peer pressure got the best of me, so in order to satisfy my friends and to avoid being teased, I made the decision that I would climb up the ropes course no matter how much the voice in my head screamed at me to stop.

The first one was a practice one so we could see what it is like zip lining, even though it looked easy once it was my turn I was terrified, but when I went down the zip lining I wasn't scared so I was thinking of how easy this will be. There were seven rounds, each round gets higher and scarier. On the first round I didn’t feel scared but, I was about to go I was afraid, but I went anyways and it was fun and scary.Next, the second round was higher and I couldn't

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

Then, I remembered my dream again and thought about the height of a zip line and about people afraid of heights (like me) could actually go on that ride. Honestly, I couldn’t go on that zip line.

Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could

I am not always proud of the long list of irrational fears I have, but taking this trip taught me to face the many little fears that I was ready to conquer. I never expected

“I have to go help my friend, so you girls are going to have to strap yourself on to the

I looked down at the ground that seemed thousands of miles down. It felt as if my throat was closing in. Look up Serenity, you need to calm down and breathe. I told myself. I looked up and tried to relax. I looked up to see the metal cable that I was going to be connected to. I really hope this doesn’t snap on my way down. I thought gripping my yellow harness even tighter. I was about to go on the ride of my life on a long zipline in Kentucky.

I remember one time when I went to camp in Missouri for a week, one of our activities was zip-lining. I was really nervous because I have never been zip lining, this was a new experience. I was really nervous because it was at least 3-4 stories off the ground. With my anxiety it is difficult to try new things and this was something I thought I would never do. Before I got to the zip line I had to complete a rope course. I immediately felt like I was going to fall off of the rope. I didn’t fall, I made it to the board-shifting course. I was extremely nervous. At one point I slipped, and couldn’t find where one of the boards were. As soon as I got to the end of the boards, when I was about to get off, someone jumped on the entrance of the course

For the most part, the historical record about ziplines is quite limited. While zipline tours are obviously a new invention, the actual origin of the zipline seems to be much further back. For centuries, the zipline has been a way to transport people and items through mountainous areas. From ancient transportation to modern adventures, ziplining remains a favorite way to soar across the skyline.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.