Zip Lining

I remember clearly the first time I ever went zip lining. We were in Austin, Texas for my brother's soccer tournament, and one of the soccer moms had signed the whole team up for zip lining. I did not truly understand what we were doing when we got there. I had never heard of zip lining at the time, and for some reason, I did not ask my Dad to elaborate on what we were doing.

When we got to the site, I quickly understood what we were doing, and I was terrified. Zipping across a shallow lake with only a harness to keep you from falling to your death? Uh, no thank you. I could not even get on a roller coaster without being reduced to tears. My Dad knew I was scared of heights, so why in the world would he bring me to the one place where all my biggest fears were?

The "scouts" quickly taught us some safety procedures and what not. I kept my exterior cool and collected, but inside, I was plotting my escape in to the woods. Finally we got to the first line. I watched  as everyone went before me one by one, making it to the other side in one piece. Still, that was not enough to keep me complacent. Soon it was my turn. I looked over the edge of the fort-like structure we were standing on, it was pretty high. I looked out across the lake, and it was beautiful.

I looked back up to the other side of the line. I put my fears aside and leaped. Zipping across the lake was the most exhilarating thing I'd ever done. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was absolutely amazing. I loved the feeling. It was like I was flying through the wind. I will never forget that moment and have been lucky enough to experience it several times throughout my short life, and would recommend it to anyone and everyone.