Dan Morris: Fabrics and Dizziness – Express & Star

It’s weird how when you become an adult, something that was so important as school holidays fall from your radar. When I was a child I had set up my life, when these hidden weeks of a continuous game of play appeared, but in the last 20 years they did not pay little attention when, as Alice Cooper once said, the school is out for the summer.

My little “UN is only two, so watching attention to when primary school scattered lives live their best life with a break from their education have not yet sunk. Although soon enough, the school Hols will again become a firm part of my routine.

It’s true what they say – you never know how well you have it until it goes. As a young man I had firmly taken for granted to an incredible six -week summer vacation. When it turned into 12 weeks during the university, I was even more unhappy about it. Now I think about all the wonderful things I would do if I once again gave a quarterly break from The Daily Grind.

Uni Hols were largely inhabited by me, who were descending in part-time work, which I kept at the age of 16, emptying machines for payment at a well-known street bank. I’m not really sure if they still said devices. In fact, many would claim that the banks themselves on the high streets are small and far between these days with a break of such magnitude, unburdened by any need of work, one of the first things I do is try to mark so many boxes on my “list list The outdoor buckets are pursued. “

With an almost paralyzing fear of heights, I have never made a parachute. I neither paralyid myself, bungee jumped or even diverted. Such things would cool me to the bones, but I would like to give them – if for nothing else to see if I can finally get rid of the shackles of my phobia. Over the years, I have tried to kill this particular demon and with pleasure. The Cancun Ciplee course was a particularly horrifying experience. And, of course, you can’t visit New York without giving the roof the terrace of the Empire State Building Go.

The Tintagel ascending Castle was a very trembling affair, as were the steps, ascending almost every sliding water park to the green land of God.

However, Pièce de résistance should be a particularly memorable experience related to the fabulous Grand Canyon Skywalk. For the uninitiated, this is a glass horseshoe that extends out into the glorious American precipice and allows tourists to stand over the mentioned miracle of nature and look down in their magnificent depths with nothing but a transparent surface under their feet. The year was 2007 and on a visit to Arizona I decided it would be a bad show if at least I didn’t give him a whirlwind. As I said many times before, we didn’t dress for anything.

When I approached Skywalk, my heart was in my throat, and my left hand squeezed the steel railing so hard that I was quite sure that I was drawing blood. Being on the pedestrian walkway, I kept my gaze firmly forward, decided to take the risk of looking down as I reached the top of the horseshoe and the true rubicon of my challenge.

When I finally reached the top of the arch on the pedestrian path, I sighed relief, then swallowed the remains of my horror and looked deep into beyond me. It was beautiful – there was no other word for it. And for a moment, all my nervousness and trembling were darkened by the powerful greatness of nature, which filled everything that my eyes could see.

As I say, for a moment …

I was brought (though, fortunately, not literally), he collided back on the ground, when a gentleman also made his way down the path, decided to try the power of the glass we were standing on. Removing a solid camera, which he obviously did not care for, he threw himself on the surface of the horseshoe with a ruthless abandonment. My exclamation is far from being printed in a family newspaper, but I’m sure you get the idea. Suffice it to say that I quickly turned around the rest of the sky spots and back to the safety of the edge of the rock from which it appeared.

After a few deep breaths, I was composed, I felt that I had experienced this specific test, and that I did not allow my fear to prevent me from at least trying to enjoy such a box of experience.

Unfortunately, however, my height phobia remained, and if something else, a whole new sense of vitality was given.

It is important to face your fears from time to time.

Although I have to say, they will make me in the blue moon once in the blue moon.

In reflection, these long vacations may be better reserved for children after all – the dizzy heights of the day work is enough for yours.