Lucky to still be alive

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.