The sound of metal clicking into place and the black straps of the harness tightening around me immediately makes my stomach tighten with anxiety. I frantically look over my shoulder to see my uncle and Heather, holding video cameras and smiling wide with anticipation. He says something I don’t quite catch through the sound of heavy rain; people chattering amongst each other; and of course my own nervous thoughts. I can't help but focus on how the equipment digs into me and how sweaty my hands feel in the too big adult sized gloves I could likely fit my head into.
“You ready?” A voice behind me questions impatiently. I turn to find the man who just helped me buckle up the scratched and dented once red helmet. (which for the record was also probably 5 times bigger than it needed to be.)
I nod quickly, before I have time to talk myself out of it. You know, like a rational human might do. “Yea, for sure,” I manage to say.
“Yer gonna need to pull down pretty hard, an' since it's raining so damn much, pull even harder.” he tells me, going on to mention how you need to pull your legs up or something, and other things that I completely miss wondering to myself how many people have died doing this, and who even invented zip lining, like actually what a crazy idea.
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it's not. I hear my name urgently being called from below, I lock eyes on the other platform, and everyone looks panicked, my dad is yelling things I can't make out over the rain like bullets on my helmet. The man working there is yelling as well, crap, something must be wrong I think. I feel the incline getting steeper and I'm gaining speed. I feel my heart beating so fast it might burst right out of my chest. And my stomach drops while the platform aprotches quicker than ever, and oh my god, I don't even know what to do, my mind draws blanks trying to remember what I'd been told maybe only a minute ago, agh, why can't I
“You ready?” A voice behind me questions impatiently. I turn to find the man who just helped me buckle up the scratched and dented once red helmet. (which for the record was also probably 5 times bigger than it needed to be.)
I nod quickly, before I have time to talk myself out of it. You know, like a rational human might do. “Yea, for sure,” I manage to say.
“Yer gonna need to pull down pretty hard, an' since it's raining so damn much, pull even harder.” he tells me, going on to mention how you need to pull your legs up or something, and other things that I completely miss wondering to myself how many people have died doing this, and who even invented zip lining, like actually what a crazy idea.
I find myself …show more content…
it's not. I hear my name urgently being called from below, I lock eyes on the other platform, and everyone looks panicked, my dad is yelling things I can't make out over the rain like bullets on my helmet. The man working there is yelling as well, crap, something must be wrong I think. I feel the incline getting steeper and I'm gaining speed. I feel my heart beating so fast it might burst right out of my chest. And my stomach drops while the platform aprotches quicker than ever, and oh my god, I don't even know what to do, my mind draws blanks trying to remember what I'd been told maybe only a minute ago, agh, why can't I