It starts slowly most of the time, gentle, like a mother coaxing her child out of harm's way, whispering reassuringly , I am lulled into this false sense of security, "surely its a bit of harmless fun" or is it?
Then comes the soaring heights, they are so joyous and wonderful, I can hardly breathe, now I know what bated breath really means, this is amaaaaazing!
Oh yea? happy are we? on top of the world? well watch out! here comes Mr Downer, he's right on your tail, he's lurking in the shadows, peeking at you from corners, now you see him, now you......well....you dont, but apparently he's only hiding while he arms himself, then he is ready!
Behold him in all his evilness, flings you to the ground mercilessly, and sneers at you from an intimidating towering height "What you got now big shot"
There's always that initial rebellion, that courage that seems to come from nowhere, and even though am shaking, I put on my best brave little soldier face -Im not scared of you!
But you know what?
I am! I am, and I love it, I love the highs, the lows, the aches, the pains, the joys and the consequences, otherwise why would I go back as often as I can, just to experience the same thing, over and over and over again
