Good morning everyone! Today, I\u2019d like to thank my new friend Sophie for inspiring me to write this post. That\u2019s right, you read it in the title: I\u2019m an \u2018extreme snow-tuber\u2019. Okay, so I\u2019m not actually into extreme sports\u2026 or sports. But today\u2019s post is about one time I basically was in one, according to my teacher. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was around the time I was in 10th grade- my special needs school took all of us kids to a mountain on a snowy winter day. I can still remember the snow crunching under my boots, and I remember having a friend pull me across an ice patch so I wouldn\u2019t fall, only to lead to him falling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But honestly, what I remember most about that day is what\u2019s made me decide snow-tubing isn\u2019t for me. And it starts at the very start of your usual snow-tubing adventure: going up the lift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you\u2019ve never been snow-tubing, you probably don\u2019t know what the lift is like. Basically, you get in a tube and it\u2019s hooked to the top with something akin to a bungee cord. Well, halfway through my ride on the lift, something unusual happened- my cord came off the powered rope thing that pulls us up. And so, I suddenly went sliding down the lift path, bouncing against all the people behind me in a frenzy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That wasn\u2019t the end of it, though. Shortly after that, a teacher grabbed hold of my tube and helped pull me up. I was so happy not to be falling down that bumpy path again! But when we got to the top, where we get our tubes taken off the lift, there was a bump\u2026 and it made her lose her grip enough that I went tubing out of control like an air hockey puck, bouncing off my classmates like you couldn\u2019t believe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The third time was the charm. I finally made it up that god forsaken hill, and I was ready to tube. I got in my tube and slid down as gracefully as one can in an inflatable rubber tube. But when I got to the bottom, I realized something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That wasn\u2019t fun- it was terrifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d gone snow tubing before, mind you. This wasn\u2019t my first rodeo, but it was my first time going down the lift instead of the hill two times in a row. Or at all. I had plenty of pain in my butt, and decided enough was enough. I turned in my snow-tube, and had the principal helping my shaky body to the lodge. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He returned after he knew I was safely inside, but I wasn\u2019t alone. My teacher was there as well, as if she\u2019d been waiting for me. Having seen the whole thing, and seeing me shaking, I think she knew what was going on in my mind. So, with a smile and a laugh, she told me, \u201cDon\u2019t think of it as a bad thing. Just think of it as extreme snow-tubing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that\u2019s what I do now. I avoid snow tubing, mostly because I can\u2019t afford it, but the memories still haunt me and make me uneasy. Getting back on a snow tube is a lot like getting on my bike since I was hit by that car in 8th grade. It\u2019s terrifying, and it leaves me feeling shaky and stiff, both at the same time. I can\u2019t imagine going down that slope again, and I can\u2019t afford it anyway\u2026 But I\u2019m happy to skip it. It\u2019s a memory I laugh at now, but somehow, it\u2019s also a memory I can never get over\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tell me, friends. Do you have memories like that? The ones where you were hurt so badly it traumatized you almost, but you learned to laugh at it and maybe even fight through? I\u2019d love to hear your thoughts, your stories, and any tips you may have for me to overcome this fear. But most of all, I just like hearing from you guys in general. You\u2019re all wonderful- never forget that. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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