A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


89. Free Falling from a wire


12th November 2015

I hurt. Like a lot.

I am afflicted with a whole body ache and with several black and blue bruises to match. I have these because I went on a recreational centre named Kingswood. Many British school kids should have went when they were in year five or six but I didn’t back then so it was a whole new experience for me.

I went on it with some apprehensions, the weather was meant to be bad, the activities I just couldn’t be bothered for and things of that like.

Plus the rather cliché and hyperbolic things my teachers said to motivate us didn’t help. They came up with Naf and Nach people. Naf people were those who were afraid to fail and so stuck to their comfort zones whereas Nach people were those who never afraid to achieve and so did their best to stretch themselves and do their best. Teachers could then nominate Nach people and they would get a t-shirt.


I think I over packed way too much for starters – is a duffle bag, and two smaller bags too much? Yes, yes it was.

I’ll pick three activities out of the five that I did to explain to you.


 The Night Line.

Being led through an obstacle course in the mud while blindfolded. I am afraid of going blind so this was a bit of a problem with me but the mud in my hands, knees and everywhere else was so much of a distraction that I didn’t really notice. I had to trust the person in front of me to guide me through tires and beams and all other sorts of things. This was all the while the teachers were warm and dry filming us on our hands and knees in the mud. I’m glad to say that my trainers are now a solid brown and not their original black and pink.

The Totem pole.

A nine meter pole, the same height as roughly thirty feet, with a platform the size of an A4 piece of paper on top. I and two of my friends were the first to climb up it in the pouring and freezing rain. We were harnessed of course but it was still scary. The foot holes and hand holes in the pole were wet with the rain and as first person up on the platform I spent roughly two minutes enjoying the view. From the top you could feel the world in your hands. That sure ended when my friend came up and I had to hug her because she is afraid of heights and didn’t want to look down. We had to shuffle to the very edge, where we almost fell off being it was rocking that much and couldn’t even help my last friend who had about two Centre meters to place her feet on the platform. Then we had to lean back which was weird because it felt like we should have been fallen but didn’t. And lastly we had to push people off, I just gave up and fell anyway. Oh well. Afterwards I felt like I could run a marathon, I felt victorious.

It was a good feeling.


The Zip Wire.

Jumping off a ten meter (thirty two feet) tower only relying on a wire to stop you from falling to the ground. I was bricking it at first. I didn’t want to go on. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of it in order to unhook myself and get down safely. I just didn’t want to do it. Then my teacher kind of encouraged me to go on and after some debate I got harnessed up and climbed the stairs to the top. I didn’t look down. That was something that I absolutely refused to do. After a few minutes of standing there looking at the wire I launched myself off because it was better than not doing it at all. For a split second you feel as if you're free falling straight down, then the wire causes the harness to pull you up and along at about thirty five miles per hour across the complex. You hit a barrier which slowly makes up go back up the line, you drop a bag and unhook certain wires so that your feet touches the ground once more.


Although the whole thing was a daunting and scary experience. When I came home I felt like I was on top of the world because I did things that I hadn’t even thought that I could do. I feel more confident because I can actually do those things.

I’m glad to be home because your own bed is the best thing in the world but I’m glad that I did it.

P.S This should have been posted on the 12th but with no internet access up there I had to wait until now to post it, when I’m able to get up the stairs to the laptop and not roll around in the blankets like a walrus.


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