The first one had a round piece of wood with a rope in the middle of it. I had to stand on it and swing towards the next platform. I could've sat on it supposedly, but standing didn't even seem possible. I DID IT. It took me so long to do so, but I did it. That's what matters, right?
The next one entailed walking on a tightrope but you can hold on to a piece of wood tied somewhere (for the life of me, I don't remember seeing where THAT wood was tied). Midway while walking the tightrope, I stopped, panicked, started shaking like a leaf, grabbed the wood like my life depended on it, and couldn't move further. The more I panicked, the more unbalanced I became, the stronger I held on tightly to the wood in front of me. One of the park staffers told me that they can help me down. But I realized that it would take them longer to get me down than if I just kept walking. Plus, what a waste of money if I didn't finish the third trail. I wanted to complete the third trail while hubby was off to a more advanced trail. How could I wimp out? I took a deep breath and forged ahead.
Long story short, I finished the third trail with a stronger resolve than the first two trails. In two hours, hubby and I completed three trails. We're definitely going back there for more.