Creative Writing: Grand Canyon

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I wasn’t planning on falling into that canyon, but once I did, there was no going back. It was hot, dry day deep in the Arizona desert. I was about 5 years old and was visiting the Grand Canyon with my grandparents. We were walking along a trail and I was playing with my ball, when all of a sudden, I dropped it. The ball rolled along the trail about 50 feet or so before it dropped into the abyss of a canyon. I chased after thinking I could retrieve it from the canyon. When I got to the edge of the canyon, I peeked in. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. My ball was in the striking distance of a Diamondback rattlesnake. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before my grandparents could react, I jumped into the canyon. I fell for what felt like ages.
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