Yesterday I was at a theme park.
Can't remember which one. It had big trees and lots of green open space.
They had the rope ride of death there. Fifty feet of death-defying height, on which is hung a series of pulleys. Suspended from these are ropes with knots at the bottom. You climb up to a platform in one of the trees, take hold of a rope and attempt to get your feet onto the knot before it hurtles you at speed down towards the ground. There was a really long queue but I didn't mind too much. I just watched all the other people screaming and laughing as they swung past trees and brambles on their way down, and thought about what it would be like when it was my turn. I was reassured that several people had been seriously hurt either falling from the ride, or bashing into other trees on the way down.
Finally, it was my turn! I stepped up to the platform, took hold of the rope and was just about to launch myself across the empty air when
silkyfish's cat Fizzgig leapt on my chest and woke me up.
Dammit.