Personal Narrative : The Way Down

So I did it like 20 more times before finally resting up on the shore. As time passed by, it felt as if we spent the whole day swimming and jumping off a helicopter skydiving. Then the unexpected happen, my best friends Ivan and Nathan decided they wanted to get a go at the bridge. In my head, I knew this was not a good idea. The bridge was skyscraping, towering, mighty, I can’t even think of words to describe it. It was unmatchable and yet they want to jump off it. I tried to convince them not to, worrying that something might go wrong if they did. Quite frankly they didn’t care what I had to say and offered me to jump with them. I was already on the bridge with them and they were on the outside of the rails ready to jump. While all my friends are behind me they wanted to see all three of us jump at the same time. I was scared shitless. But being me I caved in and vaulted right over the rail and stood next to 2 of my best friends as we were about to jump a bridge. I’ve never been more scared in my life, looking down at my feet it looked like the people below me were ants. We stood there for a good 5 minutes contemplating on whether we should jump or not. The longer we sat there the worst it became, we were all trembling with fear. Both Ivan and Nathan had fear in their eyes like I’ve never seen before. I bet they were just as scared as I was. The sun was gleaming at all 3 of us as we stood there in shock and awe. But we had to man up and jump, so we did exactly that. The water was fragile, universe-blue-colour, making it appear like nature’s amphitheatre. At that very moment all 3 of us jumped, the air felt ice cold, it felt as if everything was statue still, like time froze on us. It was peaceful and comfortable, I have never experienced such a unique feeling. As we came racing down we smacked the water and plunged right for the surface gasping for air. It was a feeling that you can’t shake

I was very nervous about ziplining. I was breathing very heavy. The instructor asked me if I was ready, I said, “push me.”

All of us ended up arguing about it how we would go down it all together or one at time? Eventually we decided that we would all go at one at a time we jokingly said just in case one of almost dies we can get to them a lot quicker. My friend Josh goes first he made it all the way down and gave me the okay signal that i could go now. When i started making my way down it felt amazing the wind blowing in my air,how everything passed by me in a blur and that feeling of adrenaline, i honestly believed i could do anything well i was wrong. My Longboard started to wobble and i immediately panicked, I was going to fast to slow myself down. so i tried to jump into a grassy area, but that did not work out the way i planned considering i slammed into a brick mailbox Going easily past 21 mph. i don’t remember much about what happened afterwards. I remember being winded i could hardly breath and i couldn’t move i saw blood coming down from the side of my head going onto the concrete floor. The last thing i saw was my friend Noah running from the top of the hill towards me and my vision turning into a blurry

As I got ready to run, and jump off, Alyssa began to chant a count down, “5, 4,3,2,1!” I took a big gulp and started to charge forward I stopped just before I had to jump off. "I can't do it" I thought to myself. I couldn’t get over the fear of getting hurt. I’ve seen videos where a person cliff jumping landed in the water the wrong way, and got severely hurt. I just kept replaying that same video over, and over in my head. “Take a deep breathe, take a few steps back, and run and jump,” Alyssa shouted. “There's only one way down,” she said. I began to start taking slow steps back inhaling and exhaling. She suddenly began to chant again, I put myself in ready position “3, 2,1!”. “I’m just going to do it I'm not even going to think about it” I thought to myself. “Go!” she

It was on an unplanned July day that my two best friends, Fiona and Matthew had decided to take me skydiving for the first time. As I stepped onto the plane, Fiona gave me a smile. I was then left to myself. I felt droplets of sweat drip down the side of my face, but I disregarded it, in hopes that it was due to the density of the suit, unsuited for a hot summer day such as this. When I walked to my seat and tried to settle myself, however, I realized the main problem wasn't the suit. Soon, the engine roared, giving life to the airplane, and the ground started fleeing. From the side windows I could see the outside landscape moving faster and faster, and finally, disappearing. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach, giving me a sense of nervousness different from anything I've ever experienced before. I realized then that this experience was more than a daring step into the uncharted...

Halfway I realized I wasn’t going to make it, I could still see the black trampoline tarp and the lush green grass beneath me. I stuck my arm out to break the fall for my face. I felt a crunching noise run through my entire body as I fell to the trampoline. As I lifted

The man pulled the trigger to fire his gun……...POW!..... the bullet hit Jake’s left leg. The man falled onto the ground and drop his gun. BASH….He hits his head on the solid armrest of one of the plane’s seats.

This was it, all my hard work, everything that I had done was for this moment. I was scared thinking if my parachute didn’t deploy or if I didn’t jump far enough from the airplane that I would get smashed into the jump door and sent out spinning. My mind raced through a million different outcomes and none of them seemed good, but I was not going to back down. Readying for the green light, I jumped into stance and swung my static line in front of

We were gaining speed fast, and right about as we were going to hit the ramp I quickly got my seatbelt on. I looked back at Alex and saw he didn’t have one on either. “Haha.” I giggle a little bit because I knew Alex was about to be in a world of pain. Justin was about 5 feet from the ramp, so I gripped on the bar on the door things as tight as I could, so I wouldn’t

My brother who has been riding twenty years ( He’s 31) was still over the mountain side holding onto his bike with one hand and a tree with the other keeping himself from falling down a six hundred foot drop. My brother even though he does everything in his power to annoy me i have to say he’s a good man and a brave one to not be freaking out over a cliff face. I know if it was me I would be panicking but Jonathan was able to control himself and keep himself calm only knowing he had to make it home to my niece and nephew. At the beginning of the trail are father had went down I could still hear the fourwheelers racing and them they stopped. At this point my mom was sitting on the back bumper of her razor freaking out (she’s a panicker ) and

We finally got on after standing in the summer heat for over an hour, and we made our way into the cart. After getting strapped in, we were in the clear to make our way to the top. I could feel the adrenaline running through my body and I was so exited. However, we started to get higher and higher and

Three more times after that, I continued to fall. This is the last time, before uncle Troy would allow me to get back on the boat and give up, I was actually excited my time was up, I'll just let my other cousins try again. This time, as the boat took off, I was happy this was the last time I was going to be doing it, not thinking I felt the pull of the boat, and my butt coming out of the water. I wasn’t even going to try, I was debating on wether or not I should just fall over to get it done with. The next thing I knew, I was out of the water. I straightened my legs and I was standing! I was water skiing! I was amazing to finally be able to do it, it took my breath away. The mist of the water coming from the back of the boat made goose bumps appear all over my body. Wow, I couldn’t beIieve was doing it. I could hear the cheering coming from the back of the boat. I told him to speed up because I felt like I need more speed to remain standing. But was soon as he did, we went over the wake of another boat sending me into the air. Remembering the instruction to let go of the rope, I released my fingers from the handle of the pull rope. I fell into the water on my side. I floated there until the boat came back around for me. Everyone was cheering for me and excited that I was finally able to do it. Uncle troy asked if I wanted to go again but I decided I had enough fun for one day. I wanted to end on a good streak and happy with myself of actually being able to stand up on water

I was fitted for a parachute, instructed on proper posture for the dive and told numerous times to have fun; fun was the last thing on my mind. Justin and I were paired together to ride inside the small Cessna that took the shape of a pack of gum with flimsy wings. I could not believe this was the craft to take us two miles in the atmosphere. Andy, Justin, and I entered the airplane and slid to our designated places until it was time to take the dive. I was strapped to Andy's chest just like Justin was to his tandem. Justin volunteered to sit by the sliding plexi glass door that shook with a fury when the pilot ignited the engine. That moment I realized I would be falling for a solid 45 seconds over San Diego Bay in the next ten minutes. Andy

I remember one time when I went to camp in Missouri for a week, one of our activities was zip-lining. I was really nervous because I have never been zip lining, this was a new experience. I was really nervous because it was at least 3-4 stories off the ground. With my anxiety it is difficult to try new things and this was something I thought I would never do. Before I got to the zip line I had to complete a rope course. I immediately felt like I was going to fall off of the rope. I didn’t fall, I made it to the board-shifting course. I was extremely nervous. At one point I slipped, and couldn’t find where one of the boards were. As soon as I got to the end of the boards, when I was about to get off, someone jumped on the entrance of the course

We continued going down dodging obstacles here and there, when we get to the last obstacle: a 20 foot drop. I go to Bruno and say: Just stay with your skis and you can do it. Everyone goes and it’s just him up top. I turn to my dad and brag about how bruno was so good. So we see him going up to the edge of the cliff, takes out his skis throws them, and then jumps. He gets buried up to his neck and couldn't move. Afterwords Dad told me I got as red as a pepper from embarrassment. In the end Bruno was ok, even though he lost his skis and we had to carry him all the way