I've always been somewhat, mildly afraid of heights.
Okay, more like really afraid of heights. But it still hasn't stopped me from being a little dare-devil and trying out new things.
At the age of 19, I turned one of my fears into a reality, and I jumped out of a plane.
It's true. I went skydiving. I even have it on DVD in case anyone asks. It's mostly of me screaming and crying to my grandma for help.
But once my body was floating in the air, I felt a sense of freedom and liberation.
And I sort of felt like a bird, too. It's like, I was flying. It was more like falling, but you get the point.
The same thing happened to me last night. My close friend invited me to go rock climbing indoors with her and a bunch of her friends. I was hesitant about going at first because it was in the middle of the night, and I needed my beauty sleep.
Right girls? We all need that beauty sleep.
Anyway, after a lot of insisting, I decided to go and see what the whole fuss was about. As soon as I walked inside the place, my eyes went directly to the biggest climbing wall.
So I told my friend Kirsten, "I'm so climbing that wall first."
To make the long story short, I climbed all the way to the top of the wall. I was surprisingly really good at it. Until, I got stuck that is.
I was probably stuck for a good 10 minutes before I got the courage to jump off. I was in a harness the entire time by the way.
But in my defense, I did not want to die.
Other than that, I had a great time!