As I soared through the air upside down, my heart throbbing in my throat, I heard my cue - "Hep!" I released my white-knuckle handhold, threw my arms high above my head, and waited, praying silently, for my savior to catch my wrists. In that split second of dizzying weightlessness, of heart-stopping free-fall, I wondered how I had gotten myself into this awesome situation. Before I could conjure my thoughts together enough to answer, though, my wrists slammed into my catcher's hands. He tossed me safely down to the net and my trembling legs found solace on the wonderfully solid ground.
The trapeze was something that I, like millions of other people in the world, admired, but never imagined myself doing. When my mother came home one night and informed me that a local company had set up a real-life, professional trapeze, I could not resist its lure. The two-hour session would include a beginner-friendly position that would eventually be caught by a professional catcher. It sounded perfectly terrifying, but curiosity pulsed through my veins; soon I found myself staring aghast at a mass of net, wires, and bars that appeared entirely unsafe and unstable.
Swinging on and around bars was nothing new to me - I had participated in gymnastics since age two and felt quite at home hanging on a bar. However, the trapeze added one element of physics to the bar that changed everything I had grown accustomed to - motion. In gymnastics, the bar does not move; rather, the gymnast moves and performs difficult tricks around the stationary bar roughly eight feet above the ground. The trapeze, however, required both the bar and the acrobat to move, and, to maximize the fear factor, was positioned three times higher than a set of gymnastics bars. Simply the sight of the trapeze bar from the ground was enough to set my legs to trembling - how was I going to accomplish anything off the ground?
After brief introductions and basic instructions, the instructors informed me of the rules of the ladder. Once I climbed up the ladder to the platform, I couldn't climb back down - I had to swing. This was my only chance to back out from the activity, but I couldn't stop. I wrapped my fingers firmly around the rungs and stepped carefully onto the ladder, climbing slowly. I couldn't think, my mind was being driven by curiosity; I stepped onto the platform and allowed the instructor to fasten my harness to a rig of bungee cords. My toes hung over the edge of the platform, my sweaty fingers gripped the taped bar; I heard my cue - and hopped from the platform, swinging into motion.
I safely completed the beginner-friendly trapeze course and slept soundly that night, unaware of the addiction that would spawn overnight. I realize now that I want to attend Chapel Hill for the same reason that I went back to the trapeze two more times - curiosity, my thirst to experience, overwhelmed me, and now I crave to experience everything that Carolina has to offer.
The trapeze was something that I, like millions of other people in the world, admired, but never imagined myself doing. When my mother came home one night and informed me that a local company had set up a real-life, professional trapeze, I could not resist its lure. The two-hour session would include a beginner-friendly position that would eventually be caught by a professional catcher. It sounded perfectly terrifying, but curiosity pulsed through my veins; soon I found myself staring aghast at a mass of net, wires, and bars that appeared entirely unsafe and unstable.
Swinging on and around bars was nothing new to me - I had participated in gymnastics since age two and felt quite at home hanging on a bar. However, the trapeze added one element of physics to the bar that changed everything I had grown accustomed to - motion. In gymnastics, the bar does not move; rather, the gymnast moves and performs difficult tricks around the stationary bar roughly eight feet above the ground. The trapeze, however, required both the bar and the acrobat to move, and, to maximize the fear factor, was positioned three times higher than a set of gymnastics bars. Simply the sight of the trapeze bar from the ground was enough to set my legs to trembling - how was I going to accomplish anything off the ground?
After brief introductions and basic instructions, the instructors informed me of the rules of the ladder. Once I climbed up the ladder to the platform, I couldn't climb back down - I had to swing. This was my only chance to back out from the activity, but I couldn't stop. I wrapped my fingers firmly around the rungs and stepped carefully onto the ladder, climbing slowly. I couldn't think, my mind was being driven by curiosity; I stepped onto the platform and allowed the instructor to fasten my harness to a rig of bungee cords. My toes hung over the edge of the platform, my sweaty fingers gripped the taped bar; I heard my cue - and hopped from the platform, swinging into motion.
I safely completed the beginner-friendly trapeze course and slept soundly that night, unaware of the addiction that would spawn overnight. I realize now that I want to attend Chapel Hill for the same reason that I went back to the trapeze two more times - curiosity, my thirst to experience, overwhelmed me, and now I crave to experience everything that Carolina has to offer.