I Thought I Would Die

            One time, in fourth grade, I was climbing in a friend’s playground/tree house/jungle gym/swing set. She specifically told me not to use the rope on the climbing wall, because it was not very strong. I laughed and thought, whatever. I pulled on it, and it was fun, so started to climb. But even though I normally climb without using any ropes, I was leaning all the way back, holding onto the rope, with only my feet on the climbing wall, just to make a point. I got to the top, and made a remark on how I was fine. Then I leaned back and… snap. The rope broke and I fell from the top of the playground/tree house/jungle gym/swing set. I remember lying on my back and screaming, wondering if I would die. It turned out I just bruised a rib, and know I am terrified of heights.