My Hero, My Father The wind was cold and bit deeply into the skin of my exposed legs and chest. I shivered a little, shielding my face from the cold by turning my back to the wind. Standing alone on the platform, high above the rest of the park, sent shivers down my spine. I saw goosebumps clearly rising on my arms and legs. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, sighed out my anxieties and jumped. I was soon violently beaten inside the fiberglass tube, cascading down the waterfall of death. The waterslide tossed me like a rag doll through the air only to catch me with the smoothness of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. This shock made my head spin; Ironically, as my battered and bruised body hit the pool below, I quickly sank to the bottom. I really thought I was doomed. I hit the surface of the water and suddenly found myself thinking. I wasn't sure what was going on. I didn't feel like I was drowning at all. Even if what I had just seen and experienced ...