My Director, Peanut, and I spent a long weekend in Lake George, NY with two other families over Columbus Day. One of the days we spent at Fright Fest at an amusement park called The Great Escape. Fright Fest is appropriate because after a few rides with the kids I found myself face to face with this:
That, my friends, is the SkyCoaster. I, my friends, am petrified of heights. So petrified that to me, the SkyCoaster might as well be this:
|Every time I see this I get nauseous.|
I'm nauseous right now.
This guy is craycray.
Before we went, I had a while to think about it. And I wasn't thinking good thoughts:
|The face of fear.|
What have I done?
If My Director wasn't screaming, you'd hear me laughing hysterically. This was an amazing adrenaline rush and I loved every second of it. I know probably a million people or more have done something like this before me. I don't care. The fact that I did it, and I wasn't scared, and that Peanut saw me do it, is a big freakin' deal in the DKL household. I know my daughter will be proud of me whether I hurtle myself through the air from ridiculous heights or not. But I want to show her that fears are there to overcome. To conquer. That we all have them, and we eventually have to face them.
And that's why I rode that insane SkyCoaster. So I could show my daughter that I did it, and that she could do it too. To face her fears and beat them. My daughter has taught me so much. She's taught me to reach new depths of my heart, to stretch new lengths of my imagination, and to reach new heights with my ability.
If not for that SkyCoaster, our little roller coaster ride together would have been my favorite of the day:
|She's my fear stopper|