Yesterday I was flushed down the toilet bowl...four times. Now allow me to explain before your imaginations take hold. We went to a water park. I'm not sure the exact number of times we have taken our children to a water park. I can tell you the exact number of times I went to a water park as a child. Zero. I never went to a water park as a child. I couldn't even tell you if they existed when I was a kid although my husband assures me that they did; just not on the scale that they are today. My mother was afraid of the water. We didn't have a pool except for the Scooby Doo pop up pool I had as a child. I didn't learn how to swim until after I was married and my husband put me in swimming lessons. I cannot swim to the bottom of the pool to this day. (human buoy and all) I know just enough to get by in my pool.
So you can see where my fear of water slides could come into play. My children are great swimmers. We own a pool and I put them in swimming lessons as babies. They love the water and love water slides. My husband loves the water and the water slides also. The have a great time going on these water slides while I read a good book and people watch. This year I went on a family water slide. I was terrified. It felt like we were flying a million miles an hour and then something happened. I didn't fall out of the family size tube and I didn't drown. Then even more amazing, I said "Let's do that again!" I then went on the water slide that looked like a toilet bowl with my husband. I rode that one twice with him and twice with my son. Then before we left I rode the family ride with the family one last time. At this point I'm not sure why I was scared.
While on our big family vacation a couple of weeks ago I rode a small roller coaster and three simulated rides. I never ride the rides. I hold everyone's things while they ride the rides. I had a birthday while we were on this vacation. I'm not sure if I am getting braver as I get older or if I am finally starting to loose it faster than ever before. All I know is that I am discovering that I have missed out on a few things that are really fun. I still don't want to go on the big roller coasters but the simulated rides are great. They are both thrilling and yet, in my mind, much safer.
When I was a small child I was afraid to go down my slide on my swing set. I'm not sure why I was afraid and mostly I don't remember it, I just remember my mom telling me the story. I am afraid of heights. I was once afraid of trying sushi and I was a bit apposed to guacamole. Both are things I enjoy now even though I don't eat the sushi that has raw fish in it. I'm getting braver but I'm not trying to get salmonella. (There are reasons why food should be cooked. Am I right?) My point being that I have spent my entire life afraid of things that maybe I shouldn't have been.
I don't know what fear will be next, if any. Cooked spinach that is not in a quiche or some other dish will never be something I will want to conquer. Pees that are not mixed into fried rice will never hold a place in my heart. Perhaps it won't be a food related fear. Maybe it will not involve something that looks like a toilet bowl. But until then...I guess I will consider myself Heather Nestleroad: Conquering fears one toilet bowl at a time. Has a nice ring to it don't you think?