We’ve all been there.
You finally summoned enough courage to make the climb up the steps of the ‘big slide’ only to find yourself at the very top, questioning why you did that. You pause and turn around, taking one look back down those very same steps, actually considering the walk of shame.
You might have had a parent standing by, shouting encouraging things like, “It’s okay, honey. You can do it!”
Most likely tho, it was a group of kids taunting, “Aw, c’mon! Don’t be a wuss!”
And if they were in line behind you, (impatiently) waiting their turn on the ladder, the utterances were more along the lines of exasperated groans:
“Hurry UP, already! You gonna go or not?”
That moment seems like a lifetime, palms sweating, heart pounding out of your chest, knees shaking in your Keds (mine were red). Then, whether out of fear or determination, you take the plunge and for a few seconds, the world goes silent as you experience the thrill of the ride!
And then it’s over. You rise to cheers from the crowd, grinning from ear to ear.
It’s the best feeling in the world. 🙂