Then and Now: Part Two

When I was younger, I was fearless....

My family went to water parks frequently during the summer because my dad’s employer gave him coupons. It was a relatively inexpensive way to have fun and to wear the kids out. My brother, dad and I went down the super steep slide at least twenty times each visit.
Riding the slide more than five times gave you “water burn,” so at the end of the day the whole backside of my body is red as a tomato.

Now I get nervous when I look over an edge of a railing.* I have to cling to the edge to look over. I didn’t have a traumatic experience; I don’t know how I became this fearful. It was as if I grew into my 20s and a switch in my head was flipped.

People always want what they can never have and I wish for the freedom of childhood as an adult but then I couldn’t drive and who wants that hassle?

*This is actually the opposite of reality. In real life, my husband is more nervous than I am but I still don’t like looking over the edge of a balcony.