“Ok. Off you go!” The bearded man shouts
Over the roaring wind as he shoves me off the platform.

He tied the straps tight,
The altitude makes it hard to breathe.
I scream as loud as I can, while I travel down
The face of the cliff
I am terrified

I cannot move. I know I can’t move,
Or I will drop down and surly die.
I zoom forward, and down, face first.
The ground rushes toward me too quickly
I slam into it. It’s softer than I expected,
Then everything goes
Black

I push the foam block off of my face.
A woman helps me out of the foam.
“The self release clip dropped you over the foam pit.
How was your zip line over the Smokey Mountains?”
She asks. I nod.
You never forget your first zip line trip!