Bridge By Kayla Wiering

30-3-2011
I look down, no going back now I say to myself.
First step I jump back.
I try again, I start to swing.
My teeth start to chatter like a rattle snake.
I can smell the fear lurking around me.
Below I hear "Do another step"
All there is, is the bridge, me and the voices below.
I do another step.
I grip on tightly.
Only a few more steps.
It seems like a mile away.
I make another but I nearly fell.
Almost there, made it.
I was so happy.
I had completed the high ropes.
By Kayla Wiering