The first time I heard those words, my toes were clenched to the edge of a twenty-five foot high platform with the upper half of my body completely over the edge.
At that moment, other ideas of birthday gifts to give a friend were racing through my mind. A sweater? Dinner? A movie? Sure! Tea? Nothing says I love you like tea, but what was I thinking with the idea of trapeze lessons?
Heights! I hate heights. The fact that I was securely fasten and hooked to twenty five different mechanism didn't ease my anxiety. Surely, I must have tricked my mind to think that this activity would be fun, when really it may just be the reason I died so young.
Climbing a ladder is absolute torture for my friend. In my opinion, I was getting her back for laughing about my unreasonable fear of fish. "I'll give her unreasonable" was my thought. And yet, there I was with my legs buckling, my heart racing, and my teeth jittering questioning why I put myself in situations like this. She bravely survived round one. (Carla 1- Trapeze 0). With a little bit of my ego in the way, I clenched so tightly to the bar that my fingers turned purple.
So what did I do?
Needless to say, I've now decided to join the circus!