tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448541524506623277.comments2015-05-20T16:39:23.804-07:00The Friendly InquisitorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946625015889143177noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448541524506623277.post-57055949496305827892015-05-20T16:39:23.804-07:002015-05-20T16:39:23.804-07:00I really enjoyed reading your comment! Thank you s...I really enjoyed reading your comment! Thank you so much for sharing with me.<br />It also made me realize that I only jumped off the diving board at the pool ONE time. And I hated it. Never did it again. I always watched my friends do it, and I wanted to do it too, but I couldn't swim very well, so I didn't.<br />The ride you went on sounds like a blast! Wish I could ride it now! Haha.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946625015889143177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448541524506623277.post-83383668953672675142015-05-20T15:57:41.984-07:002015-05-20T15:57:41.984-07:00Nice post! I enjoyed reading it, and some of the ...Nice post! I enjoyed reading it, and some of the things you talked about made me think of things, and since you said you hoped we (the readers) would tell you what we like and our experiences with these things, I think I will. :) I have only flown once in my life, and I was 11 at the time. Or maybe 12. But it was a short flight, just 45 minutes, from Dallas, TX to Little Rock, AR. I sat by the window and thought it was really cool. Now, at 41, I think I would be a lot more scared to fly. But it was a neat experience, and my brother and I sat next to this nice lady who gave us gum. I am, btw, afraid of heights. But I have been adventurous at times. One quick story about that: when I lived in Texas, at the age of 11-12, we had a really cool "rec center" in our neighborhood that my brother and I would go to. They had games you could play (board games you just had to pay a deposit for--25 cents, and when you turned in the game, they gave you your money back), a big gym, and a room for doing gymnastics, which I loved! They also had a pool where you could go swim for 50 cents each. And there was a high dive. I decided to try it, even though I was scared, and I climbed up the ladder, and then I got really scared and had to climb back down. This lady even said her kid who was younger than me wasn't scared. I eventually did jump off the high dive but not on that day. And another time in Texas, when my mom took my brother and me to White Water, there was a ride or 3 rides in one, rather, called the Bermuda Triangle, and one of the rides was called The Black Hole. I didn't want to go on it because it was SO high up to walk. The steps & rail being out in the open scared me. But my mom insisted that my brother and I try it, and finally we did, and I LOVED it! You sat on a tube and went down an enclosed pipe, and it was pitch black, with a few flashing lights now & then and scary music and sounds. It was so much fun, I forgot my fear of heights for a bit and climbed up several more times, just to experience the fun of the ride. :) Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15740129207904485865noreply@blogger.com