Trepidation

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When I was eleven I finally dove off the highdive. Well, okay, not dove – jumped. I wasn’t brave enough to dive. The mechanics of going headlong into the abyss confounded me.

I avoided the highdive for six summers before mustering the gumption to climb that ladder. It was a trembling ascent, and the trepidation followed me to the edge of the board, where I stood—teeth chattering—unwilling to chance a glance down. I looked back. A line of kids waited anxiously at my back. Finally, I held my breath, closed my eyes, and jumped.

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3 thoughts on “Trepidation

  1. We’re both by nature wired and by nurture taught to protect our head. To dive headlong into anything feels foolhardy. You described it very well!

    I especially liked ‘trepidation followed me to the edge of the board’.

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