I bet you know where this is. For anyone not around on that terrifying afternoon, I'll explain. I was about 5 and we lived in an apartment complex. What comes with an apartment complex? Playgrounds. Much like now, at five-years-old, I was scared of everything. Mom told me to not get in this rocket. I was at the playground with a friend and she got in and made it look so easy. Mom was right. I should have stayed out of the rocket. Once I climbed to the top I looked down and started screaming. I was so high, trapped in a cage and terrified. The friend had to run back to our apartment to get Mom so she could climb up in the rocket to help me down.I would say the only thing more terrifying than this was when I fell off the jetties, welcoming my fear of water.
