Way Back Wednesday

Today's post is going to be related to my recent trip to Augusta. When I was 5, I went to Rock City in Tennessee (this is when we lived in Chattanooga) with my aunt and cousins (who were teenagers). Anyways, one of them picked me up and held me over a waterfall. I remember screaming for him to put me down. I can still see the waterfall in my head to this day. This leads me to this past weekend. Augusta has a park where you can walk alongside the river and a bridge that connects you to a strip of land on the other side. Every time I walk over water, I get this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'm going to somehow end up in that water. I shouldn't be afraid, but I am. I know how to swim.