“It’s freaky,” are the only words that would come out of my rosy red lips. It was the weekend and my dad and I had gone on a HATS retreat. He was at the bottom of the 125 ft. wall belaying me. As I climbed up the rough, hard, scratchy surface of the rocks I begged myself not to look down. But suddenly my nerves told me to look down, and there I was looking down. Well I have to admit it was a beautiful view but furthermore I was high up and as far as I was concerned the only thing holding me up was this rope, so I started to climb faster so I could get to the top faster.