I didn’t have the courage the last time I went bungee jumping. I kept telling myself that I would not fail this time around. I got to Kissimmee and hooked up with my team. We made our way to the spot where I chickened out the last time. It was all very familiar. Like de ja vu. I began to wonder what I was doing yet again. I was so high up and I was going to jump, I was going to put my life in the hands of those I barely knew. I was going to trust an elastic cord to save my life and all this by choice. Had I lost my mind while growing up?

Adrenalin pumped through every vain in my body. I could hear my heart beating in my head. I could feel my ears heat up. I was shaking. My instructor asked me if I was ready. I nodded. I walked to the edge. This time I didn’t look down. Looking down made me feel dizzy and scared. Images from the last time I looked down came flooding into my head. I couldn’t back out of this again. That would be insane. Besides I wanted to do this. I knew I could do this. What’s the worry? There’s a cord to save me from hitting the ground and this instructor says there’s nothing to worry about. I closed my eyes and he counted to three. One…. Two…. Three… I jumped.