My mom recently sent me this picture of her first time "rapelling,"
if you can call it that. I had to laugh, because it reminded me of my
first time rapelling at summer camp. I hate what I call "low heights,"
meaning I'm just fine riding on or piloting an aircraft, but if I'm
standing on a cliff where one misstep will obviously cause a painful
fall, I freeze up.
Anyway, I was absolutely terrified, but they made all of us do it. I
was frozen up, maybe a quarter way down this 100 foot cliff, when my
whole harness thing started to slip off. I started yelling, "Oh crap!
Get me down! Get me down NOW!!!" Everyone started laughing, but I
didn't see the humor in being 75 feet in the air with my safety
equipment tenuously wrapped around my ankles instead of my groin, where
it was supposed to be. I guess I got my skills from mom.