Abseiling
I feel the sweaty rope as I touch it. My scrawny arms can’t reach the rebellious rope. I can hear Mr K helping me. Miss Pillay and my group are still cheering me on so I can finish it. I can smell the forest and the trees. I can taste my sweat, the wood and dirty dirt. I can only see Mel and Miss Pillay and the hard ground and lots of people. I was as scared as a Chihuahua and as shaky as a jelly. But I was as proud as a lion as I got closer to the end. As I reached the ground I was going to kiss the ground but it would have been gross.
A.C.
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