Imagine being whipped around, dunked in freezing cold water, and yelled at to row "adelante" (forward), "atrás" (backward), and to get "adentro" (inside) of a raft packed with five other people. This is what white water rafting in the iver felt like. Ever since I was little, I have been afraid of fast moving rides, roller coasters, rocky boats, heights, and pretty much anything dangerous. It used to be so bad that I would hyperventilate and nearly have a panic attack if I was even close to being in any of those situations. There is really no reason for my fears, so a few years ago, I slowly started to go on small roller coasters and the rooftops of high buildings, and I actually discovered that once I gathered up enough courage, I enjoyed adventurous rides, heights, and roller coasters. From then on, I decided that I would try adventurous things at least once, and if I did not like it, I never had to do it again. When I heard that we were white water rafting, my stomach dropped. I immediately pictured us on a raft speeding down a river towards a large waterfall, and me hating every second of it. Of course, I immediately wanted to tell Profe that I simply could not white water raft because of my fears, and that I would just wait on the bus for the group. However, I knew that if I did not go, I would see everyone come back laughing and raving about how fun it was. Everyone would tell me that I should have gone, and my first thought would be they're right, I should have gone. So I suited up in a red life vest, a yellow helmet, and a yellow paddle and hopped in the raft.
|Linus modeling our raft gear|