For my entire life I’ve been afraid of heights. The idea that you could fall from anywhere, at anytime was paralyzing for me, but until then I’ve never had to do anything so enabling of these fears. In the eighth grade, I started the new trimester off with a smile, and a jump in my step. As I sprung through the grey gym doors, I felt immobility stopping me while I widened my eyes. It was the rockwall. Wreathed in hand holds, and in that moment I felt I was falling from each.
After an effective persuading from the gym teacher, I took a final look at the rockwall, before I readied myself on the navy blue mat. After I strapping myself into tight to the harness and miserly finding the first holds, and I began to climb. My hands latching as my
After an effective persuading from the gym teacher, I took a final look at the rockwall, before I readied myself on the navy blue mat. After I strapping myself into tight to the harness and miserly finding the first holds, and I began to climb. My hands latching as my