When I was about eight my mom took us to a Methodist Church which had a summer camp. It wasn't really their summer camp, but I'm pretty sure it was a place called Lake Junaluska up in North Carolina. When I was about ten or so I went with my brother and they had the typical stuff you'd expect from a summer camp. Such as swimming, crafts, paddle-boats, and even a zip-line which is almost like a ride that takes you from one distance to another really high up in the air.
Seeing such a height before I was even a teenager was a bit too much. Some of the other people there were more than eager to go across. They even let the stronger swimmers fall off the zipline and dive into the lake. I waited my turn and they got me set-up. I looked across the lake at such a height, and didn't move at all. I was too scared to go. If given a second chance, I would love to overcome my childhood fear.