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I'm Not 6 Anymore

So, it has come to my attention that I'm not 6 anymore. In fact, I'm almost 40 years past 6. 

But... I've been watching a lot of American Ninja Warrior lately, and it makes me think, "I can do that..."

Ok, so it turns out, I can't do that. I know this because my sister and I went out to our elementary school playgound (which has a special place in our hearts) and played around on the monkey bars.

So, the first thing I learned was that all those bars that seemed so high off the ground and so far apart, are no longer high or far. The second thing I learned is that I'm not nearly as brave as I was when I was 6.

Seriously. When I was 6, I would jump from the parallel bars to the high bar like I was queen of the monkey bars. Today, even though I could clearly reach from the parallel bars to the (not so) high bar without jumping, I was terrified to make the leap.

Let me stop now and say "Don't try this at home.", "Ask you parents/doctor first", etc. Safetly first everyone!

That said, am I just a wuss now? It hurt when the bars pulled my skin and my hands hurt from hanging. Wah, wah wah!

So after taking the giant leap to the high bar and feeling like I was queen of the monkey bars again (queen of just me, since no one else was on there, but queen anyway), I decided it was time for the lemon drop.

In case you are not from around here (you know who you are), the lemon drop is where you hang upside down from your legs, swing back and forth, and launch off the bar and land on your feet (in theory). 

So I hang upside down (which hurts the back of your knees a lot) and swung as hard as I can and let my legs go. Aparently, it wasn't enough because my sister yelled some sort of "OMG don't do that" sound. I landed more on my hands then my feet. It hurt. A lot. Why did we put gravel under the monkey bars growing up and why have we not learned better after all these years?

I'm going back to try again tomorrow. 

This has made me wonder why I was so much braver when I was 6. Why was I willing to fly off a bar twice my 6 year old height back then, but be freaked out when I try the same trick when I can reach the ground the whole time.

Did I learn more about safety or forget more about fun?

My sister and I have a saying. The squirrel that doesn't commit, he gets hit. You've seen it. A squirrel starts across the street then second guesses himself and turns back. It never works out for him.

It's about committing to something and knowing you can do it. There's something to be said for that. 

With this post, I'm making a committment to be as brave as my 6 year old self. Is that so much to ask? We'll find out.

(BTW, videos of successful lemon drops will be posted if they ever happen.)

 

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