Fear

Buenas everybody!!! So here is day 8.

Tonight we were going to play waterball... but the team we were going to play forfeited, supposedly on account of fear. Which actually isn't surprising considering I'm over two hundred pounds and I'm one of the smallest people on my team. I wish we would have been able to play but what can you do?

So on that note I want to talk about fear. Growing up my biggest fear in the entire world was heights. I hated being up high so much! Now some people say they were afraid of heights, but I'm telling you this was on another level. Escalators were terrifying and elevators with an open window were the bane of my existence. When I was around four I was going up an escalator with my Grandma and I ended up clambering up her side like she was a tower of security, wrapping my legs and arm around her and losing the memory of how to let go. Another time my parents thought that it would be a good idea to take me up to one of those observatory towers you see in touristy places. I was doing good as long as I was indoors so we decided it would be a good idea to make our way to the observation deck. As soon as I hit the metal grating with shoes my hands then face followed. I crawled my way down the stairs and barely regained my composure once I got down on the ground.
In high school I finally got a bit of control over my fear when I was in One-Act play. I was working at my high schools auditorium trying to set up for our show and to get to the top where all the curtains and lights were there is a series of three incredibly scary ladders. The first is sturdy and isn't too bad because its still not too high. The second, however is one of the most frightening things I have ever seen. It literally is an old, rickety, wooden ladder that is attached by a shoe string. It terrified me. With a racing heart and adrenaline racing all the way through my capillaries, I made it up to the third ladder. Ok while this may sound like the premise of a cheesy video game its all true I made it up to the third level and accomplished the goal. There wasn't a princess though.
So now I am a lot more confident with heights...they still make me nervous... but I can handle them if I have to. Now I'm thinking about skydiving to try and get rid of the last of my fear. It could be fun, maybe.
Well it makes me wonder thought why are we afraid of the things that we are? Is there something inherent about me by the fact that I am afraid of heights? I'm sure Freud could have a field day with me. The thing is though falling doesn't kill you... itsjust the sudden stop at the end that you have to watch out for (sorry. cheesetastic I know)
well those are the thoughts for the day
Yall be careful y ojala que estes con una sonrisa!!!