The Zipline
Montgomery Lamb
I looked down like I had so many times before. I must have been hundreds of feet from the ground where I wished I was standing. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. Then I thought, “What did I get myself into?” I gripped the rope tighter and prayed for a miracle.
This was going to be my first time going off the zip line. When I woke up, little did I know that I would be face to face with one of my greatest fears.
My friends were cheering for me; they smiled at me. I smiled back, not just any smile, a fake, I’m scared to death smile.
I was staring down at the ground again. I was thinking about all those times I had done something new. I would do it, like it, and go on it again. Then I remembered the times I did not go on a ride. For example, when I did not go on the roller coaster, because I was too terrified. Or, the time when I did not go down the water slide, because I was too frightened. At that moment, I thought about when I would get home that day, after the activities I did not do, and I would be disappointed. I scooched forward a little bit, gripped the rope tighter and let go.
I couldn’t see. Everything was green, all the trees, and so was the grass. I was going like a time machine. The whole scene was a blur. I kept zipping and zipping until finally the zip line came to a stop.
I looked around, and tried to stop my dizziness. Then people started running to me. I saw they were all going to help me down the ladder. Well, I didn’t need help.
I tried to unhook the harness as fast as I could. Great, another person ran to where the beginning of the zip line was. I quickly put my foot on the ladder, I did not want anyone besides me on it.
I did I one step at a time although I was trying to do three. I got down and started to run, run as fast as my little legs could carry me, to where the zip line began.