The swinging bridge of TERROR (to me, any way)
I’m afraid of heights and avoid them if at all possible, but sometimes you have to put on a brave face for your kids.
Now in private I personally think it’s OK if you freak out like a 10-year-old girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
Recently I had no choice but to face my fear of heights head on at Girl Scouts camp. This was our first Girl Scouts camp experience and I’ll admit that I thought it was all Kumbaya and s’mores around the camp fire, not clutching for dear life as I crossed a swinging bridge of terror.
OK so I’m exaggerating, perhaps, a wee bit. But it did make me really nervous.
We arrived a little late for Girl Scouts camp since my younger daughter Miss A had a soccer game that morning. When we checked in I had to hunt down Miss C’s troop and was told they were on the obstacle course. I conveniently zoned out when I was told something about a “swinging bridge.” I left Miss A in the capable hands of her troop and started across the pasture with Miss C and then climbed over the fence toward the woods. I’m a country girl at heart and I grew up in the boonies so I’m OK with being up close and personal with horses and their poop.
We approached the edge of the woods and I saw the steep metal steps leading up to the swinging bridge and then one singular thought (and trust me that’s a rare occasion) ran through my mind–OH SH*T.
Of course Miss C thought the swinging bridge was incredibly cool, but it made me incredibly sweaty.
Yes I am a total chicken. My 8-year-old is braver than me. Don’t even get me started on roller coasters.
On the way back, though, I was solo and I had no one to distract me as I gingerly walked as quickly as possible across the bridge, grabbing the railing, without looking down.
It dawned on me how utterly ridiculous I looked in my capri jeans and t-shirt with a monogrammed tote bag slung across my shoulder and just how far removed I am from my country girl roots, horse poop and all.
Obviously I’ll never be a contestant on Survivor.
So what are you afraid of? Heights, spiders, having to take your kids to a Justin Bieber concert?