hey mom

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.

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