Adrenaline pumping through
my body like fire, air rushing through my hair, whipping it in front of my face
as I shoot down the flying fox. Its feels like I am standing on a very windy
hill. The metal bar is cold in my hand and when I look up I see that I am
whizzing down the thin wire at a tremendous speed. CLACK! Goes the brake and I
slow to a halt. The tiring climb back up the hill makes my legs feel like
weights. I stumble back up the bumpy slope, acorns skid and slide under my
feet.
“Incoming!”
I yell at Chris who looks up and gets ready to catch. The rope feels rough in my hands. I pull it back and fling it as hard as I can. Chris catches it. I run up the rest of the hill, pausing to turn and watch as Liv flies down screaming when I get to the top I collapse on the grass, panting. I watch as gradually, one after the other my team mates go whizzing down the flying fox, only to come back up huffing and puffing. Now it’s my turn again. I really don’t want to make the climb again. Sigh. See you later anyway.
I yell at Chris who looks up and gets ready to catch. The rope feels rough in my hands. I pull it back and fling it as hard as I can. Chris catches it. I run up the rest of the hill, pausing to turn and watch as Liv flies down screaming when I get to the top I collapse on the grass, panting. I watch as gradually, one after the other my team mates go whizzing down the flying fox, only to come back up huffing and puffing. Now it’s my turn again. I really don’t want to make the climb again. Sigh. See you later anyway.
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