And I'm not an animal known to us from the wildlife - no - I mean the bird seems to me in the brain rumschwirrt.
A visit to the Sensapolis in Böblingen, a theme and Elebnispark for children young and old, gave rise to a significant event in my life. Besides a life-size spacecraft, various physical play stations, adventure castle and the pirate ship loads there is also a climbing park one or the other to a madman over its borders to exceed or to compete with others.
To warm up, there is a climbing wall where you can make the first experiments with the chords and the sense of height and after the extra mile, or rather the ultimate experience: a rock-climbing in giddy 8 m high. I know - but - - the most now smile and ask themselves whether their children there already bored and my friends will know what's coming - I'm terrified of heights! Ever since childhood days, one has seen me on any chair more and if I did not get off then create highly determined. To my greatest achievements in climbing the Ikea Step Stool is one of 2 levels.
And yet I ventured into a fit of courage for me to seemingly Aiger north wall and let me introduce in the harness and rappelling. My condolences to the poor sausage which was allowed to do on that day care service when climbing. I forgot the name unfortunately, but friends of ours have already been there and believe it would mean "Renate" also belassen wir es dabei :D Renate war bemüht, mich und meine Freundin (und Patin der Kinder) die Kletterwand hochzumotivieren und was soll ich sagen - ich habs geschafft - ich habe für mich den Mount Everest bestiegen und das ohne Sauerstoff und Scherpas.
Bis hierhin hätte das ein super Nachmittag werden können - aber adrenalingeschubt wie ich nach dem Abseilen war hat mich wohl Napoleons Geist besessen - ich wurde größenwahsinnig...
Ich beackerte Irmi inständig mit mir den Klettergarten in gefühlten 100 m Höhe zu bestreiten - doch sie weigerte persistently with the arguments which I should have been clear. The movable elements were hanging for them already an obstacle - as it would with my fear of heights a suicide mission that would end with either a panic attack or a rescue mission for the firefighters. But I left in my flight of not slow - I implored them to help me overcome this trauma and me up there to support side by side - after all, I would grade high Aiger the north wall. And .... they gave in (from today's perspective, it would perhaps have been better they would not let himself be persuaded)
so we went up - felt 100 m - 8 m tasächliche - in any case Height, my footstool placed in the shade. It was followed by the briefing, helmets, belts, safety checks - everything perfectly - goes on going on going on. Up to this point, even I have never believed in me - and I've even made me prefabricate over the railing to the access route to the free-floating part - but with each climbing step on the safe parapet of time in the reality Napoleon's spirit went out of my senses - I wondered what in the name of God I made for here. Disillusionment was the first thing that hit me, followed closely by the naked fear is slowly increased in panic.
I held - I clung to the railing so that I could have any role in a Tarzan movie can win and I clung tenaciously and with eyes closed and was no more responsive. Any attempts by Renate's hand I'm maybe a bit to solve it failed, I threatened Renate with the worst pain should they dare even to me at arm's length approach. After 3 hours and felt probably 10 minutes I somehow managed zurückzuhangeln me again, drenched in sweat, trembling, the fear of death in the face and kissed the safe ground of the plateau with the promise never, never, never again to start such an action.
shadow. Pictures of the spider I erspar you ... and me ....
So I stood there - complete angurtet, hooked securely and with a helmet - survived the happiest person on earth to have the disaster no matter whether the shame - was there but my friend ... just as wearing a seat belt, secured and helmeted - Well - and they duke of - they played incredibly brave my trauma-management course - cursing like a reed sparrow, with looks that even Medusa would still put the fear and to do with the promise never, never, never again deal with my trauma.
Irmi - Thanks Renate:)
