“I can’t believe I’m doing this” is the only thing repeating through my head as I walk up what seems like one thousand stairs with nothing but my raggedy swimsuit and the water on my back.
I feel fine but then the doubt finds it’s way into my mind.. “Do I want to do this? For all I know the slide could snap in half and I could fall into a sinkhole that washes me to Galveston.” My stomach starts to lurch, I keep trying to swallow the stress but it feels like a hair dryer is blowing it back up. My knees start to buckle as I slowly inch forward in line. Drop after drop, yell after scream, I’m the first in line. “Next!” the lifeguard announces, clearly expressing that he has better things to do. My muscles tense. I have to drag myself to the clear
I feel fine but then the doubt finds it’s way into my mind.. “Do I want to do this? For all I know the slide could snap in half and I could fall into a sinkhole that washes me to Galveston.” My stomach starts to lurch, I keep trying to swallow the stress but it feels like a hair dryer is blowing it back up. My knees start to buckle as I slowly inch forward in line. Drop after drop, yell after scream, I’m the first in line. “Next!” the lifeguard announces, clearly expressing that he has better things to do. My muscles tense. I have to drag myself to the clear