My Camp Story by Bridget Sullivan

The feeling of terror struck me like a lightening bolt. The feeling shot all through my body, from my head, all the way down to my toes.

I couldn’t think straight, my head was spinning with lots of different thoughts.

Would I slip? Would I fall? Would I break a bone?

The answers to these questions I didn’t know, but I did know this, I had to do this and be brave.

The harness felt tight against my waist and my head ached with the weight of my helmet.

Click!

I heard the rope that would lower me down get fastened to my harness.

“Put your right foot here and your left foot there.” Said our guide. I did as he said.

“Now lean back and relax, slowly put your feet on the cliff and walk down it.” He said. “Take as much time as you want.”

This was easier said than done. Leaning back was scary, but walking down the cliff is even scarier!!!

I remember how boring it was, waiting in line for my turn.

I remember feeling excited when it was my turn, but then I saw it, looking down the cliff I remember seeing how big it was. I couldn’t even see the bottom!

Now here I was, walking down the face of that very same cliff, BACKWARDS!!! “This is crazy!” I said to myself.

I relaxed as the guide said. “This is actually quite fun.” I thought.

I inched myself down the cliff, pausing for a photo for Mr Easson. I sped up my pace and in no time at all I was safely on flat ground.

“That was really fun. I hoe I do it again.” I said.

When I was at the top again the guide said. “You were great!”

“Thanks.” I said.

I sat down on the bench and waited for my turn for the second time.

Abseiling is now my favourite sport. If I ever do it again I hope to do it on an even bigger cliff.

by Bridget Sullivan