I knew that it was time. Time to conquer my fear of hights. I was 600 feet in the air and was about to fly above the Costa Rican cloud forrest. As I was harnessed to the zip line, I became worried and excited. The cable I was attached to stretched across two miles of jungle. I was on my first zip line of 13 and was already second guessing my decision. My guide sensed my apprehension and assured me only a few zip liners had never returned. His jokes were highly reassuring. However, I assumed the position; leaned back, ankles crossed and right arm extended. Then with a push and a few Spanish words, I was off; and I was flying.
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