...и вот так мы доехали до места. Обычная...

... and so we got to the place. The usual road story with the wrong turns, jokes and traffic jams. And there we saw him. No, it was not an old pipe or a tower - it is a huge 40-meter-long nail driven into the ground.
Climbing him up the old rusty metal staircase, I did not feel fear, rather there was excitement. Only my hands were tired, and I had to stop 2 times to rest. “It is interesting what kind of physical preparation people who climbed here at work when the nail was still used for its intended purpose,” I thought, overcoming another span. When, as it seemed to me, I was already almost at the very top, I saw an inscription on the wall: "This is somewhere in the middle of the road." It was difficult to come up with a better motivation, and while reading the rest of the messages, I safely climbed up.
"Great view. Beautiful. Oh! Someone in those houses made fires lit up. And the river from the other side looks completely fake, probably because of the ice on ..." - my thoughts were interrupted by a snap of a carbine. It's time to buckle up.
I climbed onto the exit board. “It will be easy,” I decided, and for some reason looked down. All. ALL. There was no more excitement. And there was nothing at all. I took a step back and pressed into the wall. The instinct of self-preservation turned on. We stood with him back to back:
- What are you doing? asked the instinct.
“I stand,” I said.
- Here you go. Better yet, ask you to lower you from here, because we will not go down this staircase either.
- What to do?
- I don’t know, I climbed myself, think it yourself. But do not dare to jump or touch this ladder!
- BUT ...
“Do you have to count?” Someone interrupted me from somewhere far away. “Don't, I myself,” said the body and took a quick step forward.
Time stopped.
“You will lose consciousness from fear,” cried instinct
The second step, the legs are like wooden.
“You will get entangled in a sling, hit a wall and / or break yourself something!”
Third step, cotton legs. This is not even a step, just a movement of the legs that cannot be stopped due to the inertia of a strong jerk at the beginning.
“Well, it's my fault,” the instinct grunted and went into the subconscious.
At first there were some childhood memories.
“We need to spread our arms,” the body decided
Then he remembered a lot that he wanted to forget from his youth. It turned out nice to look at it from the side.
"Bend your knees just to turn your back to the ground and face the sky. That's it. Cool! Spin 360 degrees! Well done!" - noticed the body.
Then a huge number of pleasant and not very, but apparently important for me memories.
“Now it will shake,” the body prepared.
But it was cool. And why bother so much because of .., and because of this, too, and also because of this ...
"Jerk! Group yourself !!" - the body commanded.
- Now both cables and insurance will burst. You heard? Something creaked in the rope! -Burk instinct.
I felt the pull of insurance. All. Now I'm just in limbo. I saw the sky.
On Earth, 1.5 seconds passed.
Something shouted from below. You have to give a sign that I'm fine. “Woo-hoo!” The body shouted, and then burst out laughing.
“It seems I’m no longer afraid of heights. Yes! I’m definitely not afraid!” I thought. No more doubts. Only a slight mutter somewhere in the cerebellum. Something about "wrong", "shooting stick" and that "a person is not intended for this." But I didn't give a damn. I am stronger than that voice.
I took the acceleration and again took three steps ...