Just Jump
Just Jump
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I scrambled after my sister, giddy anticipation clutching my stomach. I slid down the rock, loosing gravel and creating a trickier path. I stumbled and slipped clumsily and fell on my hands and knees at the bottom.
“This way!” My sister called, motioning with her hand for me to follow. I pulled myself to my feet, nervous excitement chasing away the stinging I felt in my hands and knees. Brushing the biting gravel from my hands and pants I followed like a lost puppy. I rounded a small bend and stared in amazement at the all natural rock wall standing in front of me. My little sister, Samantha, clung sturdily about half way up the cliff face. My father’s jaw dropped as he came around the corner. His eyes fell on Samantha and he stumbled down the steep slope to rest beside me. Reaching his hand up, he assisted her on her way up before turning to me, an unspoken question shining in his eyes. I shook my head; I don’t need any help from anyone I thought stubbornly. I mounted the wall, fingers aching in protest and began the painfully slow ascend. About thirty centimetres from the top all the finger holds vanished and I was left to frantically search for another way up.
“Ah ha!” I cried triumphantly, latching onto a thick root. I stretched my opposite hand up, dangerously holding on with only the one, to fumble for the flat ground above. Once safely on I pushed myself up, similarly to climbing from a pool, and gazed proudly at my sister. A smirk danced across my face before I realized how long I had taken. We stared down the waterfall before jumping ungracefully across the small river that fed it. Together we climbed down onto the higher of two edges. Regarding the black depths below, a nervous pit began forming in the pit of my stomach. My dad joined us and without a thought sprung easily over the lower and landed with a crash in the water. He came up gasping for air and shivering at we both laughed completely ignoring the fact that
By:
I scrambled after my sister, giddy anticipation clutching my stomach. I slid down the rock, loosing gravel and creating a trickier path. I stumbled and slipped clumsily and fell on my hands and knees at the bottom.
“This way!” My sister called, motioning with her hand for me to follow. I pulled myself to my feet, nervous excitement chasing away the stinging I felt in my hands and knees. Brushing the biting gravel from my hands and pants I followed like a lost puppy. I rounded a small bend and stared in amazement at the all natural rock wall standing in front of me. My little sister, Samantha, clung sturdily about half way up the cliff face. My father’s jaw dropped as he came around the corner. His eyes fell on Samantha and he stumbled down the steep slope to rest beside me. Reaching his hand up, he assisted her on her way up before turning to me, an unspoken question shining in his eyes. I shook my head; I don’t need any help from anyone I thought stubbornly. I mounted the wall, fingers aching in protest and began the painfully slow ascend. About thirty centimetres from the top all the finger holds vanished and I was left to frantically search for another way up.
“Ah ha!” I cried triumphantly, latching onto a thick root. I stretched my opposite hand up, dangerously holding on with only the one, to fumble for the flat ground above. Once safely on I pushed myself up, similarly to climbing from a pool, and gazed proudly at my sister. A smirk danced across my face before I realized how long I had taken. We stared down the waterfall before jumping ungracefully across the small river that fed it. Together we climbed down onto the higher of two edges. Regarding the black depths below, a nervous pit began forming in the pit of my stomach. My dad joined us and without a thought sprung easily over the lower and landed with a crash in the water. He came up gasping for air and shivering at we both laughed completely ignoring the fact that