We went to Bongo, a family amusement park. There were a lot of attractions for both young and old, and I can tell the boys had a lot of fun. While their fathers took the little ones in the bump cars, my 4 year old nephew begged me to come with him to the big slide.
I have a fear of heights. This fear started way back in my early twenties when I rode a roller coaster in South Korea. As I grew older, the fear intensified. Now that I am a mother, it seems like I will be forced to conquer this fear.
I didn’t want to disappoint my little nephew so I went with him on the slide. But when I got to the top, the nerves got me. I almost didn’t go but it was too late. My poor nephew was a little but surprised on why I was too slow. Truth is, I was hanging on to the side rail.
Until finally, I found the courage to just let go and was able to catch up with him. It was very ironic. Instead of me keeping an eye on him, he kept an eye on me. Oh well, I know this will not be the first time. When Jakub will be old enough to go on great heights, I wonder what else I will get myself into.