I felt scared I am at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting for the person in front to go. I was nervous I didn’t want to do it, I remembered not doing it last year. To me it felt like a car had just crashed.
I got to the top and I look down at the trees beneath the platform. I knew that this would be my final chance. Mr D hooked on the seat for me and I clung on tight. He opened the gate that stopped me from going.
Suddenly I felt my legs leave the board for the start of the flying fox. I started whizzing but I had forgotten about the tyres that stopped the flying fox at the bottom. I felt even more nervous than before. I could see the tyres approaching. I hit the tyres, it felt like I wanted an another go.
I hopped off and felt excellent that I had done it.
By oscar.
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Abseiling
I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I was dangling over the edge of a cliff about to walk my way down. It was my worst nightmare! How did I get there? Well...
We were strolling down the road, nervous and excited. As we neared the turn in the road where the mudslide was positioned, we peered up the the hill and waved frantically to the children waiting at the top by the long wire fence. the wind was swirling around and wrapping around me like a cold, uncomfortable blanket. The sun was shining down and coating the ground in a golden light. We approached a tall grey wall and as we made our way around it I spotted a CAUTION! DO NOT ENTER! sign.
‘WHAT?!’ I thought ‘Please tell me we’re not going in there.’
I was wearing a flowered skirt and a purple T-Shirt with bright, bold writing-NOT appropriate abseiling gear-and I began to feel cold as we stepped into the shadows.
I hardly listened as Michael, oner and abseiling instructor, explained to us what we would be doing that day. That’s why, while we were sitting on the old worn tires under the rusty shelter, I absent-mindedly raised my hand when they asked for volunteers to be first.
“Alright then, you three, Amy, Ella and Wilson. You’ll be first.”
As soon as Martin said that, I snapped out of my day dream.
I tried to look casual as I clambered up the steep, leaf covered stairs. But as David hooked me onto the rope that reached from one end of the cliff to the other, I looked down and almost threw up. We were so high! Slowly, one by one , each of the people in front of me went down. As I watched the last person get unbuckled, the terrible truth dawned upon me. It was my turn.
So that’s how I got there. Stop. No. Wait. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to. I stood silently as I was clipped into my harness. Michael began chatting to me about books, and although I was feeling dizzy, I was able to think hard enough to develop a suspicion that he was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. It was as I was just hanging, as if I was on a swing, with the wind whistling past, that I realised what I was doing.
“No,” I mumbled “I don’t won’t to do it.”
“What have you got yourself into this time?!” I mumbled to myself “You’re hanging over the edge of a cliff!”
Believe it or not, somehow I made it.
Slowly but surely, I walked my way down the jagged rock face, calmly chatting to Michael the whole time.I even managed a few jumps. I was attempting my biggest jump yet when my feet landed softly on the ground. Disappointed, I waited impatiently while Martin unclipped the ropes from my harness and they began snaking up the wall. As soon as I was free, I twirled across the ground, dried leaves crunching and crackling beneath my feet.
I had done it!
We were strolling down the road, nervous and excited. As we neared the turn in the road where the mudslide was positioned, we peered up the the hill and waved frantically to the children waiting at the top by the long wire fence. the wind was swirling around and wrapping around me like a cold, uncomfortable blanket. The sun was shining down and coating the ground in a golden light. We approached a tall grey wall and as we made our way around it I spotted a CAUTION! DO NOT ENTER! sign.
‘WHAT?!’ I thought ‘Please tell me we’re not going in there.’
I was wearing a flowered skirt and a purple T-Shirt with bright, bold writing-NOT appropriate abseiling gear-and I began to feel cold as we stepped into the shadows.
I hardly listened as Michael, oner and abseiling instructor, explained to us what we would be doing that day. That’s why, while we were sitting on the old worn tires under the rusty shelter, I absent-mindedly raised my hand when they asked for volunteers to be first.
“Alright then, you three, Amy, Ella and Wilson. You’ll be first.”
As soon as Martin said that, I snapped out of my day dream.
I tried to look casual as I clambered up the steep, leaf covered stairs. But as David hooked me onto the rope that reached from one end of the cliff to the other, I looked down and almost threw up. We were so high! Slowly, one by one , each of the people in front of me went down. As I watched the last person get unbuckled, the terrible truth dawned upon me. It was my turn.
So that’s how I got there. Stop. No. Wait. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to. I stood silently as I was clipped into my harness. Michael began chatting to me about books, and although I was feeling dizzy, I was able to think hard enough to develop a suspicion that he was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. It was as I was just hanging, as if I was on a swing, with the wind whistling past, that I realised what I was doing.
“No,” I mumbled “I don’t won’t to do it.”
“What have you got yourself into this time?!” I mumbled to myself “You’re hanging over the edge of a cliff!”
Believe it or not, somehow I made it.
Slowly but surely, I walked my way down the jagged rock face, calmly chatting to Michael the whole time.I even managed a few jumps. I was attempting my biggest jump yet when my feet landed softly on the ground. Disappointed, I waited impatiently while Martin unclipped the ropes from my harness and they began snaking up the wall. As soon as I was free, I twirled across the ground, dried leaves crunching and crackling beneath my feet.
I had done it!
The Waterslide
I was as cold as a block of ice. I could hear the wind whistling through the bush, the sun was shining brightly through the white clouds that kept blocking out the sun rays. The ladder loomed over me as the queue moved forward. I looked up, Tiffany was waving her hand it was my turn… I calmly climbed up the leaning ladder, the steps were cold and muddy.
I finally got to the top of the enormous water slide. I leaned forward and peered down the blue, watery, endless, slide. I clung on tightly and whispered “I don’t want to go” but I urged my self on. I sat down slowly, the cold tap water turned my legs to stone. Then Tiffany gave me I giant push I thought I was going to die.
SPLASH!!! I landed on what felt like hard rock, I tried to swim to the surface, I could feel the silky lake weed wrapping around my feet, I swam to the rubber ring and gradually got pulled to the ladder, at last I could stand!!!
I climbed up the ladder and hurried up the path and joined the queue, ”how was it” asked Matthew “I have got to admit that was totally awesome” I shouted.
When I went down the water slide, I, thought I was going to drown or worst even die.
I finally got to the top of the enormous water slide. I leaned forward and peered down the blue, watery, endless, slide. I clung on tightly and whispered “I don’t want to go” but I urged my self on. I sat down slowly, the cold tap water turned my legs to stone. Then Tiffany gave me I giant push I thought I was going to die.
SPLASH!!! I landed on what felt like hard rock, I tried to swim to the surface, I could feel the silky lake weed wrapping around my feet, I swam to the rubber ring and gradually got pulled to the ladder, at last I could stand!!!
I climbed up the ladder and hurried up the path and joined the queue, ”how was it” asked Matthew “I have got to admit that was totally awesome” I shouted.
When I went down the water slide, I, thought I was going to drown or worst even die.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
The Waterslide
The Waterslide
My heart was thumping furiously. I tried to look casual as I tentatively lumbered towards the slide, casting my eyes down. Slowly, fearfully, I glanced up. It lay before me, a massive, intimidating monster. I shrank at the sheer size of it, rooted to the spot. Although I had been eager to go on, now all desire to do it vanished.
Suddenly, it was my turn. Gripping the rails so tightly my knuckles turned white, I gradually climbed the ladder, my toes curling around each rung. Anticipation. Nervousness. Finally I reached the top.
Sitting on the edge of the slide, I felt a rush of wind that sent a shiver up my spine. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of determination fill me, as I remembered last year, the sense of accomplishment I felt when I got out. I could do this! So I fixed my gaze on the murky, marbled water below me-I could just pick up the foul stench of the lake. I gritted my teeth. Began a countdown. Three…Two…One…GO!
Zooming down the slide, I felt an adrenalin rush. I squinted against the spray and drew a deep breath. Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being flung, carelessly, into the lake; A shuddering jolt went through me as I hit the water.
Filthy, disgusting water surrounded me. I began sinking. Eventually I came to my senses. Frantically I started to kick towards the surface. Before long I emerged, spluttering.
Dazed, I began to painstakingly swim towards the black tyre Melissa had thrown me. I let her reel me in, feeling the slimy tentacle-like plants swirl around my feet. “How was it?” inquired Melissa. I turned around, hair tousled, eyes shining.
“Amazing!”
By Margarita
My heart was thumping furiously. I tried to look casual as I tentatively lumbered towards the slide, casting my eyes down. Slowly, fearfully, I glanced up. It lay before me, a massive, intimidating monster. I shrank at the sheer size of it, rooted to the spot. Although I had been eager to go on, now all desire to do it vanished.
Suddenly, it was my turn. Gripping the rails so tightly my knuckles turned white, I gradually climbed the ladder, my toes curling around each rung. Anticipation. Nervousness. Finally I reached the top.
Sitting on the edge of the slide, I felt a rush of wind that sent a shiver up my spine. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of determination fill me, as I remembered last year, the sense of accomplishment I felt when I got out. I could do this! So I fixed my gaze on the murky, marbled water below me-I could just pick up the foul stench of the lake. I gritted my teeth. Began a countdown. Three…Two…One…GO!
Zooming down the slide, I felt an adrenalin rush. I squinted against the spray and drew a deep breath. Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being flung, carelessly, into the lake; A shuddering jolt went through me as I hit the water.
Filthy, disgusting water surrounded me. I began sinking. Eventually I came to my senses. Frantically I started to kick towards the surface. Before long I emerged, spluttering.
Dazed, I began to painstakingly swim towards the black tyre Melissa had thrown me. I let her reel me in, feeling the slimy tentacle-like plants swirl around my feet. “How was it?” inquired Melissa. I turned around, hair tousled, eyes shining.
“Amazing!”
By Margarita
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