When The Maker was handing out my personal toolkit, I think he or she got distracted and forgot to add two pretty important instruments - balance and coordination. Seriously, if there is anyone more capable of tripping over her own feet, I have yet to meet her.
So I am always in awe at the slackliners in the park on a Saturday afternoon who manage to not only walk across the balance lines strung between trees but tumble, jump and do goodness knows what else while hovering metres from the ground. They are a friendly bunch who always offer to let me have a go. And, naturally, I always decline. Until today. For some reason I can't explain, Dan convinced me to have a go. "You can't come all this way and just watch," he said. But I like to watch and I only live a couple of minutes walk up the hill but still I agreed.
Even though I'd only just met Dan he let me use his arm for support and told me to walk as though I was in a dark room with Lego on the floor. Gently put the toe down first. Hey, I'm a mum. I know that manoeuvre. And it wasn't a complete disaster. I walked from one end of the line to the other and even managed to turn and walk back. I finished my turn and was giving myself a big pat on the back when five-year-old Sam jumped up on the line and walked unaided.
I figured he was probably a child of one of the slacklining veterans who had been doing it since birth. Nope. First time. His family just wandered down the park and the kids thought it looked fun. That's what I
I might have been totally outclassed by a five-year-old but at least I gave it a go.
Next time I might even try without grasping the body of a man I've never met. See, I'm no slacker after all.