Facing My Fears "The Rock"
For as long as I can remember, I have never been interested in climbing trees, riding roller coasters, jumping off things, or pretty much anything that involves me leaving the ground. There’s just something about heights that make me feel afraid and helpless, as if I’m about to lose grip on reality or even myself. Its always been a constant struggle for me because all my friends are into those types of things, things that I want to do, but I just can’t when it comes down to it. I really don’t know why I’m afraid of high places because I feel that if I were to get over my fear, then I would have such an amazing time doing them. Fear is stupid, I wish I could overcome all my fears but every time I get the chance to I back out. A couple of months ago, I remember my good friend Henry inviting me to go swim at a place “up by the lake” (as he described it) and since it was triple digit weather that day, of course I agreed. I got ready to go and he picked me up within the hour. As we were driving to this mysterious spot that I had never been to, I remembered him mentioning something about a rock, but since I figured a rock couldn’t be that big, I didn’t really pay attention to it. Although I was a bit nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. Henry always surprised me with big things. He absolutely loves the wilderness & going on adventures. As we continued our drive, I noticed that the creek was looking nice that day, probably because of the blazing weather. We approached a crowd, and I was already pumped to finally escape the heat. But as we approached the place we were going to swim, Henry said to me “I hope you’re not afraid of heights”. At this point I thought he was kidding but then I saw the rock, and I thought differently. The rock is an understatement. It was probably about 20 feet high and I told Henry there was no way in hell I was jumping off of it. I knew there was no possible way he could convince me to make the leap. Unbelievably he did though,