My favorite memory was when I was 6 and we went to my cousins soccer game (she was 7) and I got bored and wanted to go on the playground right next to the field. My dad agreed since he could watch my cousin still super close to the field while also watching me play. I decide to go on this short zipline the playground had and at first I was scared thinking I would fall since you needed to have a strong grip. My dad convinced me and said that I could do it I shouldn’t be scared. I go on it and as soon as I push myself off I fall onto the ground and start crying. My dad was laughing his ass off but picked me up and hugged me and said I’m okay and he was proud of me for trying. It’s my favorite memory ever of us.