Martha: Falling

Falling off a mountain tends to be scary right. Falling down a crevice isn’t quite as scary, but it will still get your heart racing. My youth group in high school was usually fairly calm, but every once in a while we would decide to do something out there and crazy, and deciding to hike that day was one of those days. Old Rag wasn’t supposed to be that difficult, but it kinda was. Especially near the top where you had to climb and jump a fair amount. Basically I fell. I didn't land too hard to get up, but I fell, and it hurt. I'm of the weird ones who yells that I'm okay before I actually know it's true, but given how panicky my youth leaders were, it probably wasn't a bad idea. When they picked me up and made sure I wasn't hurt too bad I continued. This is the reason, or one of the reasons I rarely hike, I usually end up nearly dying, and even if I don't I end up getting a bunch of painful annoying scratches that hurt bad. Not the most fun thing in the world, and not something that I enjoy doing. Even if the view makes it almost worth it.