When I Went Zip Lining
The first time i went zip lining, I was scared at first. But, then I got over it. I was 7 years old and I had never been to a zip lining place. At first, I thought when i got on to the obstacle course, I was saying “I cannot do this!”
I was almost crying when my mom said “you can do this, it’is not so hard. Just walk across a rope you will be fine!”
It was a long way--I thought it was ridiculous. The place was in Trumbull. There were so so many obstacles to choose from. Some were easy and some were hard. They get harder and harder each time you move up a level. My oldest brother got tangled in one of the higher levels so a firefighter had to get him down. Weird, right? Then, I got so scared that i was going to fall in the poison ivy but the wire had me. I was still scared. My mom did not come on zip lining because she was watching everybody (but not me) most of the time.
The people that made that zip place were not thinking when they were making the place. The locks there have are so hard to unlock and to lock, but over the years they made it easier. I think it should be a key chain on that has a hook on it.
My mom said “I have to go to your brother’s obstacle,” so I was on my own. I felt like i was going to fall into the poison ivy, even though if I fell I would fall and the wire would catch me. I wanted my mom to see me pass all the skills that i learned in training. I cried “mom, mom please come get me,” but she would not hear me. I have no clue why they put poison ivy under you unless they want to torture the kids or scare them.
There was a little girl behind me. She looked to be about 6 years old. Her mom had to watch her older sister and the girl was almost crying and i said “you have no worries, your hero is here to save you little girl.” She was so so scared to cross the bridge. “Hold my hand and shut your eyes, I will take you across the bridge,” and she made it. Her mom came back. The little girl said to her mom how much I had helped her. Although my mom didn’t get to see me, it was a good day.
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