Right, Mijin.
Falling scares the hell out of me, so I like to do it for the fun of it. I confess I didn’t quite realize how scared it made me until my brother showed me a picture of me jumping off a say 12’ rock into a river. It looked like The Scream.
I remember trying to jump at Natural Arch Park in Australia. I don’t know how far it was, I’d guess 30 feet but I’m sure it was probably closer to half that, but it was the farthest I’d ever jumped. I had the damnedest time convincing my body to comply with my intention to step off the cliff and drop. My body simply refused to go out over that spot where there wasn’t any land to walk on. I had to sorta trick my body by keeping one foot on and knees together and sort of shuffling off (I be that looked silly).
The second time I jumped, I decided I’d try to pull my arms down by my side as I fell rather than allowing them to reach for the sky as I fell. I discovered that I was literally scared stiff: I couldn’t move as every muscle in my body was firing full force. On the third jump I was prepared for that and managed to pull my arms down, but they went slowly and it took all my willpower to make it happen. On the fourth jump I somehow managed to get water up my nose and hurt my ears, so that was the end of that!
I subsequently learned that to help override the instinct … as they say in all those movies … DON’T LOOK DOWN. Doh! Looking at the point opposite (i.e., the horizon) makes it a lot easier! Silly me not to think of that myself.
My wife is a strong swimmer but won’t swim in anything but a pool. Even clear sandy Lake Huron water on a calm day, if she starts to wade out into the water, primal fear sets in. She knows it’s completely irrational.
Irrational fears aren’t imaginary. I’ve learned that it’s not just silly but downright rude (and ignorant) to belittle someone’s irrational fear. It’s just not controlled by volition.
That said, you can have fun with it, if you have the right attitude! Cheap thrills!
The physically most fearful moment of my life was sitting in the front row of the Cedar Point Millennium Force roller coaster as it accelerated up and over the precipice, on the first run of the day. I had to go to my safe place for a moment. I’m happy to say I didn’t need a change of clothing. I applauded myself that when we did it again at the end of the day, I was able to hold my hands over my head … though I wasn’t in the front seat, which made that a lot easier.
Oh wait, no. The scariest was a bus ride up to whitewater rafting. The little bus had a very short wheelbase so it could navigate the sharp turns on the winding trail up to the put-in. Silly me, I’d sat in the far back outside corner. When it went round those curves, I was hanging out over space. I had to keep reminding myself that they did this all the time and rarely killed anyone. The whitewater rafting was fun, too.