For one of our summer events, we decided to take the students to a waterpark in Fresno. I was having a lot of fun hanging out with the kids. It was my first time at a waterpark in about 5 years. Now this park in Fresno was not near as glamerous as the ones I have been to in the past. The rides were not near as terrifying either.
But I realized today, the older I get, the wussier I become.
I have been skydiving, I have been bungee jumping over a river, and I use to be able to ride anything no matter what it was. High school and college, I was either fearless or just plain stupid.
Two jr. high students told me to come with them to this very tall, steep slide, called Geronimo. I didnt think twice and told them okay. I wasnt scared at first. But as we were climbing the stairs, the fear got worse and worse. But there is no way I would chicken out in front of two 13 year olds. I made the mistake by telling them I was scared. I was even asking the lifeguard how dangerous the ride was. She started laughing at me and told me that no one has ever died on it before. I sat down, closed my eyes, screamed at the top of my lungs like a jr. high girl, and got the worst headache ever. The lifeguard started sarcasticaly cheering for me yelling "you did it, you did it, Im so proud." The two 8th graders gave me a hard time for the rest of the day.
2 points to this. If you have fear, dont tell anyone. (especially jr. highers and cute lifeguards. And number 2, dont go on waterslides if you dont have to.
Life is too precious.
2 comments:
Puddles, this is easily the funniest thing you've ever written on your blog. It's also so true... Ahhh the job we have chosen...
It helps when you have no sense of self preservation I guess. I imagine that will change if I get married and what not. In the meantime keep going down that slide until you kick the crap out of your newly acknowledged wussyness.
Also get down here so we can watch superman!
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