“Despite my fear of heights, I climbed the tower of stairs to reach the platform, over seven feet in the air.”
“I was in no rush to take my turn. If no one notices, I could just climb back down those stairs, instead of that zip wire.”
My turn arrived, “What? No! This zip has stopped midway down the wire. I’m stuck in mid-air. Why are my teammates on the ground crying? They must see my blue lips because this wire around my neck is blocking my ability to breath! Am I going to die on this zip? I’m out!”
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