A funny angle on the whole thing: The first time I. tried to go off the high dive, she got nervous and came back down the ladder. I decided to be a good example and show her that she could do it, so I scaled the stairs to the top. I thought I could conquer my nerves and just do it until it was time to let go of the railing and inch my way to the end of the board. Yes, I said INCH my way forward. I hadn't been off a high dive in probably 20 years, and I was never fearless about it. I realized my kids and many others waiting their turn were all watching and my legs turned to jello. Literally, my knees were knocking. I haven't felt that scared --no, phobic-- in a long, long time. In the end I was able to overcome and go for it. OK, more like hold my nose and scream as I barely shuffled off the end reluctantly. I just knew I had to do it for my daughter.
Well, it worked -- the next time we were at the pool she just climbed right up the ladder and went off like it was no big deal.
Phew.
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I went off the high dive when we had the church party out there. It is a good thing I had a 1-piece on, because I could have had a wardrobe malfunction otherwise. Grant loves to go off the high dive, too, but I can't get Josh-mosh to try on the little one by himself. Cute posting, I wished I would have seen you go off. I would have cheered you on :)
G finally went off the little one by herself a few weeks ago. She'll be so impressed to hear that Isabel went off the high one!
Wow, sorry I missed that. A couple of years ago, I jumped off the top of one of those boats with the roof on them... can't think of the real name. We always called them party barges... anyways, it was a lot further than I thought. Once was enough.
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