A Diary About Zorbing (Part 2)

As you already know from my last diary entry, I felt very happy the other day because I went to play a new game with my dad, the zorb ball.

In my last post, I talked about how I was worried that the zorb ball would break and whether I would be able to breathe in the ball. Then, after listening to what my dad said, I decided to give this game a try. Today, I will continue to share my feelings with you.

Before the game

First of all, as my dad requested, I put aside all the items I was carrying, including my watch, keys, hand jewellery, etc., to prevent my things from piercing the zorb ball.
However, I was still a bit scared as I had never experienced a tumble before. I had only seen such exciting tumbling in cartoons or films. Even though my dad kept telling me that the game was completely safe, I was still scared that I would vomit or pass out.
But the thought of having my dad with me made me brave enough to try it out.

How to play

With some trepidation, I got into the zorb ball. my father helped me zip up both zorb balls and gave the zorb ball a push from the back of the ball. I still remember the thrill and weightlessness of the zorb ball as I tumbled down the slope.
It was the first time I had experienced this game and I was very scared. The game lasted for three minutes and I screamed for three minutes until the zorb ball stopped and I realised that it was scary but it was safe.

After the game

Later, with my assistance, my dad also experienced the game alone. Then we also both experienced it in the zorb ball at the same time. After a few games, I was no longer scared and instead enjoyed the thrill of the game. Of course, I also had a lot of fun thanks to the company of my dad. In the future, if my current zorb ball breaks down, I will go to Kameymall and buy another one to play with my dad.