After tearing up 150 feet in the air, TEENage co-ordinator Monique Edwards was all smiles as she got accustomed to 'The Screamer'.

Imagine having the living daylights frightened out of you, but enjoying every minute of it at the same time. That is what happened to me last Saturday. (Well, I didn't really enjoy it until I reached home.)

As we drove up the rutted driveway, to a colourfully painted automated zinc fence, I had no idea what real fear was. And it was in the hills above Priory, St Ann I discovered that I was terrified of heights.

After being prepped by Kevin, (one of the thrill facilitators), about the property, it seemed that I was made to sign my life over into their hands. If only I knew beforehand.
Strapped into my saftey gear, myself and the three other members of my party got ready to take the 'Leap of Faith'.

A 40 foot climb up the 'Leap of Faith' tower (hands shaking more and more the higher I go). Wondering 'am I going to slip'? Please Lord, nuh mek mi drop!) and the view is almost enough to take away my fear - almost, but not enough.
I had to wait a bit as all the pullies were at the other end. Thank God it gives me time to catch my breath. But it was only a short reprieve, I can still hear the whirring of the pulley. Why did I have to go last? All the guys are on the other side expecting me to come over any time soon. But I just can't seem to take that 'Leap Of Faith'.

Go, Monique, go... although deathly afraid of heights, TEENage co-ordinator, Monique Edwards, took the risk and climbed the 40-foot tower to the 'Leap Of Faith'.

I say to myself, 'just lock yuh eye and jump, man'. Then I did it. I looked down.

Oh, no. I definitely can't do this.
But after Shane-O promised/prompted/prodded/pushed me, I took the 'Leap of Faith' and held on for my dear life. Thank God, for small mercies.
On the other side I was greeted, congratulated and I was sure that I was ready for the 'Short and Spicy'.
Shane-O was again very supportive, but I never listen, as my friends know.
I was still scared witless. The tower was putty in the hands of the wind. It swayed. Why God did it have to sway? Sit, close your eyes, freefall. Chant with me: sit, close your eyes, freefall. Sit, close your eyes, freefall. What the. just to do. I went second this time, so there wasn't a huge sense dread. Just the fear of heights.
But the exprience that really got my goat was 'The Screamer'. I should have known that I wouldn't like that one.

'The Screamer': a gigantic swing. A 60 foot lift to a lovely view (I think, I didn't look). I screamed and screamed and screamed, 'let me down. I can't do this'. "Please," I begged, "don't pull it."
"Nooooooooooooo!"
He didn't listen.

Out into the big, blue sky I flew, surely to what I thought was my untimely death.

Once again, I did not die, but one thing was for sure: I will NEVER do that again.

And I was told by Biggs (yes, another thrill facilitator) that even Christians have momentarily put aside their beliefs after taking the plunge off this particular thrill. So I guess I wasn't so bad.

After regaining the sensations in my feet and stomach, we made our way over to the ATV (All Terrain Vehicle) tracks.
I had sooo much fun THERE.

The instructor, Nani, said I was the best one of my group. (Even though I did run off the tracks into the bushes. Twice. But that wasn't my fault. It was the bike's.)

I can say that one of my prayers was answered that day. Because it could only have been my silent, unconscious prayers that darkened the skies and made the 1,100 feet zipline adventure across Free Hill, Priory impossible. Small mercies, again.

H'Evans Scent is a beautiful property with wonderfully warm people, but I am not so sure my heart can take another trip there.

For sure, if thrill was to be packaged, the people at H'Evans Scent would be the only distributors.
Go there, I dare you.