Tuesday, 6 June 2017

High Ropes

I'm standing at the bottom of the ladder looking up thinking to myself that looks really high. My hearts racing, my palms are sweating.  I put my hands on the ladder shaking with anxiety. I start creeping up the ladder rung by rung. Soon enough I'm at the top of the ladder. I watch the buoys swaying, clutching at each one as I step cautiously along the wire, daring not to let go.   Finally I'm at the end. 

 I climb up to the beam that's even higher than the wire.  I practically run across.  As I'm preparing for my descent I remember my goal -doing a pushup on the beam - so I did!
 
All I could think was, can I trust my friends to lower me down?

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