For some reason, ever since I turned, like, ten, I’ve been afraid of slides that close.
It can be the shortest slide in the world, at a park made for infants. I will not ride.
I can go on slides that are open at the top, for sure. But if it has a closed top? Never.
So it’s extra fun when my friends invite me to a water park and when they all but force me to go down the slide, this six year old walks up and asks if I’m afraid. When I reluctantly nod, he laughs at me and points to everyone who walks up after that, yelling that I am a coward. I eventually walk back to the pool, but my friends drag me up again, and when they say I can just watch them go down, they drag me in with them.
Never have I been so terrified.
And never will I go on one willingly again.
I have to do a project to my future teacher that involves finding a song that relates to me, writing down the lyrics, and stating why it relates to me
But when you live in one of the most homophobic states and the only songs that you can relate to are Little Miss Perfect, Unruly Heart, and Just Breathe… you are really in trouble
