Mr Wrinkle’s Class Writing Page 2006/2007

The 40 Foot Rock

January 23, 2007 · 17 Comments

I went up to the rock with fear, hoping not to die. I could hear in the background my brother singing “Temperature”. I had butter flies in my stomach and my teeth chattering. My cousin cheering me on “Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick”. I felt excited and nervous. I’m at the edge. “1-2-3, Ah”, I’m in the air. I heard nothing but wind rubbing against my ears. Time went really slow.  Then finally I heard my mom say “yaaaa.” When my feet hit the water I felt cold all around me. I came up laughing. “That was fun!” I said. My third time up people started calling me a dare devil. “Ahh” splash. “Nick time to go and swim across the river”. “1-2-3″ panting hard swimming as fast as I can. My uncle held me. I got water in my mouth. Then finally I had made it across. I sat down on the grass slowly and got a drink.

Categories: -Nicholas A · Personal Narratives

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