As most of my friends know, I’m not much of a adrenaline junky. Well, as of this weekend, I’m more than I used to be. My fear of adrenaline rushes started when I was 10 and one of my long-time best friends, Austin McBride, asked if Dax and I wanted to go to Lagoon, one of Utah’s theme parks. I said, “Sure why not?” I was wrong. I went on the the slowest coaster their was, and I was terrified. I never wanted to go on one again. But since then I’ve been progressing slowly. I think I’ve passed the point I was at when I was 5. My love of adrenaline rushes started decreasing when I was 6. But, after going to Disney World and Seven Peaks Water Park, I’ve started wishing that I’d gone on some of the rides I was scared of, like Everest at Disney World.
Three months after my last trip to Seven Peaks I’m standing here in the land of Vietnam at the Golden Sun Hotel, and I’m going to tell you about the jumps off the boat I made this weekend. It started with my family booking the 3 day/2 night trip to the Ocean Resort island. We all loaded up in the bus to the 4 hour away Halong City where we would get on the boat that would take us to the island. They told us we would go to the caves, then the beach, and then take a swim in the ocean. What they didn’t tell me was that we would jump off the boat. I didn’t want to swim after the beach and neither did Dax, so we changed out of our trunks and into our pants. But, when they said they we were going to jump off the second floor of the boat, I thought, “Oh, I’ll try it.” Then I saw how far it was down. I was so scared. I almost chickened out, but I faced my fears and jumped. My stomach went up to my chest, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not, so I did it again. I loved it! I did it 6 times until everyone was done. I actually went two times after everyone was done, so I did it the most.
Later that night I heard some people talking about jumping from the top in the morning, I thought, “I can’t do that.” In the morning everyone was too tired from playing Jack*** late into the night to jump before breakfast. But when the second boat that would pick us up was an hour late, which we had no idea would happen, we started jumping from the top. I think half of the people jumped off the top, including me. I was even more scared this time. It was pretty high for me, so me and another guy named Dan said we we would go on 3. He counted “1…2…3” and jumped. I didn’t jump on three, but I counted on in my head to 5 and jumped! ¡ It was the best ! I loved it! I did it again and again and again and again. But suddenly everyone stopped jumping because they were tired! But that meant the bits could start. They said they wanted to jump, but when they got to the edge, they were scared. We told them whoever jumped first got ice cream. After a while dad got tired of being in the water and said this was their last chance so Asher jumped. She loved it. Kieran did it too. So in the end almost everyone jumped from somewhere. Come to think of it mom was the only one not to go in the water. At the end of the trip the jumping was my favorite thing. Andrus, out.
(Note from Anne: I learned a lesson here. I didn’t jump because I was taking pictures and trying to keep the little ones from falling off the side of the boat. Next time I’ll be sure to switch duties with Tom so my kids don’t think I’m a wimp!)