Hi everyone; you won't have noticed, but I was away all last week in Wales. To get straight to the point, while I was there I climbed a mountain called Clewith (right next to Mount Snowdon). This mountain was about 2,500 feet tall, and me and some friends climbed it right to the peak. It was my first time doing anything like that; and quite a lot of the way through I was thinking, "I'm not enjoying this: it's scary; I'm only climbing now because I have no choice". But it was only when we reached the summit inside the clouds that I realised that in hindsight I really had enjoyed it; and that the fear gave me a great adrenaline rush.
Then I realised that this is a similar emotion to a lee in a tickling session. Many lees insist that they hate being tickled through the whole session, but in reality they love it. What do you think? I don't think this will win the THREAD OF THE YEAR award somehow, but hey...
Then I realised that this is a similar emotion to a lee in a tickling session. Many lees insist that they hate being tickled through the whole session, but in reality they love it. What do you think? I don't think this will win the THREAD OF THE YEAR award somehow, but hey...
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