When I was about 14 years old, I spent the summer at Camp Lake of the Woods in Decatur, Michigan. From canoeing in the beautiful waters of the three hundred and twenty-acre lake to doing ceramics at the arts and crafts studio, there was never a dull moment at that place. Some of the camp’s amenities include an equestrian center, three baseball diamonds, dance and gymnastics pavilions, and ceramics and arts and crafts studios (Camp Lake of the Woods). Meanwhile, the aquatic options and waterfront boast a three hundred and twenty-acre lake, a heated swimming pool, an aqua volleyball court, a water trampoline, seven ski boats, and numerous boats, boards, canoes and kayaks (Camp Lake of the Woods). I was a swimmer, artist, and a water-skier all
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She put my helmet onto my head (though frankly I couldn’t see how much good that would do in a 100-foot fall) and said “Don’t be worried, it’s going to be fun once you get to the end”. She helped me get into my harness. She clipped a carabiner to my harness and attached it to a strong, thick rope that hung from the metal line. The area was beautiful with the sparkling lake nearby, yet I could not stop worrying about the zip line. The thought of being really high off the ground, gliding from wooden platforms to another, only trusting your life to one metal cable. The thought was anything but relaxing. This moment reminded me of the time I was 13 and I got on the big fairest wheel at the Mississippi State Fair. Only, this situation was a thousand times more nerve …show more content…
I looked down and immediately felt the taste of puke coming up. There was a short, blond haired boy who tried to comfort me to continue the coarse. I finally climbed to the second ladder to the next level. For a moment, I sat in the zip-line harness, frozen in fright, as I reflected on why I had made the choice to go on the zip line, hanging above the most stunning, yet horrendous waterfall. Any sort of malfunctions on the ropes or wires could lead me to plummet to my death hundreds of feet below. Down below me there was a pales of wet, slick rocks and the sound of rushing water repeated in my ears. I shockingly made it across the swinging bridge and small plank to the part where you are supposed to zip line down through the trees. At that point I was sobbing because of high the jump was. The thought of hitting a tree branch or the rope breaking like in the movies. A girl, not much younger than me, was crying more than I was. I could hear Christine and the other counselors trying to encourage us to go on. “You can do it Arneshia!” I thought reassuringly in my head. I was trying to decide whether to be terrified or to jump and enjoy the experience. Trying to overcome your fears is not always easy. My eyes widened as I glanced at my surroundings. The beautiful sunrise to my left glowed rays of sunlight onto the water that resulted in large, sparkling rainbows. Far off to my right, I saw the most
She put my helmet onto my head (though frankly I couldn’t see how much good that would do in a 100-foot fall) and said “Don’t be worried, it’s going to be fun once you get to the end”. She helped me get into my harness. She clipped a carabiner to my harness and attached it to a strong, thick rope that hung from the metal line. The area was beautiful with the sparkling lake nearby, yet I could not stop worrying about the zip line. The thought of being really high off the ground, gliding from wooden platforms to another, only trusting your life to one metal cable. The thought was anything but relaxing. This moment reminded me of the time I was 13 and I got on the big fairest wheel at the Mississippi State Fair. Only, this situation was a thousand times more nerve …show more content…
I looked down and immediately felt the taste of puke coming up. There was a short, blond haired boy who tried to comfort me to continue the coarse. I finally climbed to the second ladder to the next level. For a moment, I sat in the zip-line harness, frozen in fright, as I reflected on why I had made the choice to go on the zip line, hanging above the most stunning, yet horrendous waterfall. Any sort of malfunctions on the ropes or wires could lead me to plummet to my death hundreds of feet below. Down below me there was a pales of wet, slick rocks and the sound of rushing water repeated in my ears. I shockingly made it across the swinging bridge and small plank to the part where you are supposed to zip line down through the trees. At that point I was sobbing because of high the jump was. The thought of hitting a tree branch or the rope breaking like in the movies. A girl, not much younger than me, was crying more than I was. I could hear Christine and the other counselors trying to encourage us to go on. “You can do it Arneshia!” I thought reassuringly in my head. I was trying to decide whether to be terrified or to jump and enjoy the experience. Trying to overcome your fears is not always easy. My eyes widened as I glanced at my surroundings. The beautiful sunrise to my left glowed rays of sunlight onto the water that resulted in large, sparkling rainbows. Far off to my right, I saw the most