The Water Fight at Black Bridge Every Friday from around the middle of May to the end of the school year, my friends and I would have a “water fight”. The “water fight” was actually an excuse my friends and I made up to get away with coming home from school soaking wet. After school on friday my friends and I would walk a half mile into the woods to Black Bridge, an old train bridge that was no longer in use. None of us really knew why it was called Black Bridge or if it was even actually called Black Bridge but, it had built up the reputation of being the best bridge to jump off in the area. It was actually fairly safe; it was only a little over 20 feet tall and the river below was fairly deep and slow-moving. The only real danger was the risk of the cops catching you, giving you a slap on the wrist and telling your parents. The first time I ever went to Black Bridge was at the end of my sixth grade year. My best friends older brother thought we were ready (smart enough to not snitch) to jump off the bridge. Once I finally got to the bridge and put my bathing suit …show more content…
In a week, I would be leaving New York and moving to a rural county in Virginia. This trip to Black Bridge was an emotional one. It was the last time I would see the majority of my friends of 9 years. We reminisced about the especially trying year. We had lost a close friend to suicide and the town was devastated by a flood earlier in the year. The entire way there we talked about the past and all the amazing times we had together and before we knew it, we were at the bridge. At this point I realized that it was my last chance to jump. When everyone was changed they started walking over the the bridge. My friends had come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t jump by then so they didn’t even bother trying to convince me. To their surprise, I followed. Everyone was amazed that I even went over to the bridge as I normally wouldn't get anywhere near
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
One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the
Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could
We hiked around the channel and skipped rocks. This creek is surrounded by willow and oak trees and the channel is deep. There are different rocks including obsidian and sandstone along with other assorted river rocks. We through sticks in the creek and tried to sink them with big rocks. The willow sticks were harder to hit than the oak logs. We did this multiple times and every time we had more fun. Over the years we grew up and my cousins moved away, but the creek is still there and every time I need a break and a quiet place to think I go down
My older sister Peyton did not want to go on the zipline because she had already done it before when she went to 6th grade camp. My Dad went up desk and paid for two tickets, one for me and one for my sister Lauryn. First we had to step through a harness and buckle it around our waste. Next, we had to put on a red helmet that had the company's logo and a strap to put around our neck. Once all of our safety gear was on we moved to the tall platform. I could hear my heart starting to pound out of my chest. I was beginning to have second thoughts. I could feel my hair blowing in the wind. It was time for me to go. The man pushed me off the platform. Suddenly my feet were dangling in mid air. I felt like I was flying in the sky. Beneath us were people playing mini golf. I was wondering what would happen if I fell down, but I realized that I was going to be safe and that it would be unrealistic. Once we reached the end of the zip line we had to walk all the way back to where we started. We went on the zipline again because my parents got the tickets where you got to go two times. After that, we thanked our parent because we knew that this was something that we were going to remember. My sister Peyton also regretted not going on the ride because she saw how much fun we really had. This is a time where my sister and I had the courage to do something that most people don’t get a chance to do at a
The Golden gate bridge was always a beautiful monument to me because of its golden color. When I was 12 years old my cousin took me to San Francisco, and we crossed the Golden gate bridge. I was scared that it wasn?t safe because when we would come to a complete stop I could feel the bridge moving. I was scared the bridge would collapse! This was an experience I'd never forget. Now I have the opportunity to learn about it, I want to see if the bridge is safe, how its constructed, and who built it?
The wind was up that day and the waves from the boat seemed to increase rapidly while we where on the tube. At one point, we hit a wave just right and the wind made its way under our tube and Miriam and I went tumbling off into the water. When I fell into the water I felt my elbow hit something that was firm. When I finally bobbed up from the water, I was holding onto my elbow because it was in an intense amount of pain. At this point Miriam had not came out from the water, however, when she did I noticed a gapping hole in above her eye and blood running down her face. The boat had stopped a few feet ahead of us and apparently could not hear me screaming to come closer fast. I told Miriam to swim fast that I had hurt myself because I did not want to frighten her. However, she just waded in the water. In this moment I knew I had to do something quickly but in the back of my mind the only thing I was thinking was how am I going to get Miriam and myself back to the boat when I cannot swim. Then it hit me with that attitude I was not going to get us back to the boat. I grabbed Miriam’s life jacket with my right arm despite the pain in my elbow and started paddling and kicking as hard as possible hoping to get to the boat. Surprisingly, we made it back to the boast despite my lack of knowing how to swim. Therefore, my determination and
We were carrying the coolers down to the boat for our fishing trip. Once we were onto the pontoon my dad backed the boat out of the dock and we turned down stream. Off to go fishing on Lake Delhi; I spotted a huge rock that had people jumping off into the water. Then and there I wanted to try it. I am not sure why but I like to do things that get your adrenaline going. My dad says i’m an adrenaline junky. We stopped for a second so we could see them jump off the top. When they were at the top they looked so tiny and after they jumped it seemed like they jumped out of a plane since it took them so long to get to the water.
I tried to smile back but just the thought of going even a few inches off the ground terrified me. A few weeks ago our history teacher Mr Brown, an old and boring professor had informed us about a field trip that was supposed to help enhance our understanding of the olden times. I was pretty excited for the most part as history was my favourite subject but a week later when I was told it was to camp out in the mountains, I decided against it. But soon enough my friends were begging me to go and I mean the thought of it a few weeks ago seemed adventurous, cool and fun. Now, I watched in horror as the bus approached the starting point of descending up the mountain. I shut my eyes tightly as I squeezed James hand. I could hear the laughter of my friends, Marissa, David, Sheila, Finn and Mike watching the stupidity of my fear. After a while, I finally opened my eyes and looked out the window despite the level we were at and my heart thumping at the thought of it I looked at the breathtaking view of the city below. The view looked like something out of a story book, the city below us was lusciously green and the vibrance of the bodies of water seemed to dazzle from afar, I could see the long chain of cars
Adrenaline started to rush through my body as I got closer and closer to the ledge. I knew my parents were ready with their cameras. I was ready, too. My heart had never been beating faster than it had at this moment, to this day. I looked to the ground below me and smiled. I saw at least fifteen to twenty people all cheering me on, giving me motivation to go out on the
The mission of Water Watch has always been centered on environmental services. Water Watch start off their kick-off meeting by making Valentine’s Day cards for The Butterfly Children, they are children who are suffering from Epidermolysis Bullosa, a rare skin condition that makes a child’s skin as fragile as a butterfly’s wings. Last year, Water Watch raised money to help refugees in North Korea, and this year they are helping a non-profit organization known as Sea Turtle Recovery. In the past, Water Watch is known for hosting campus clean-ups and participating in Clean Ocean Action's biannual. Also, for Stockton’s Martin Luther King’s Day of Service, Water Watch and Clean Ocean Action joined forces to bring the two communities together to
My head was deciding whether to be scared to death or to be enjoying the experience. Trying new things for me is never easy. There is always something that I regret or complain about. If I paused in the middle of the zip line all those people would staring into my soul. My eyes widened as I glanced at my surroundings. Far off to my right, I saw the most magnificent sight; a massive lake that surrounded an island. At that moment, I finally appreciated my daring courageousness and the risk of going on this life threatening zip line. The pictures that my family took will always stay memories from the moment I rode this zip line to the moment I die. This memory will give me hope and confidence whenever I may be feeling down or upset. Trying new things allows us to fully understand and realize who we are when we are put to the test. If I had thought of going on the zip line, and all I thought of the ride was whether or not I was going to fall, I wouldn’t of seen the beauty in the lake, island, or the trees. As I glanced back as we were walking back, still thinking of the new memory formed in my head. This is a time where I had the courage to do something that most people don’t get a chance to do at a
Darius a class mate and friend that I don’t associate with at all after school was there. He, as I saw it was standing on top of two bars that no one is supposed to be near. Those bars that still are restricted to kids and adults alike are a part of a swing set playground hybrid; that had monkey bar extensions. Darius is a dare devil. When he was dared jump I knew that he was going to jump; he never liked being called a chicken and would do most dares. As he wound up for the leap, one thought was running through my mind he was going to die or break a leg. Even though this was serious everyone was smiling and some were laughing even me. At that time I just thought that if he was to jump he would make it but I tried to stop him anyway. Now you must be wondering how high up he is and what is he jumping on to and how far away it is and if his shoes slip or something happens to him. He was
My life flashed before my eyes just before two rocks ten feet taller than my own height were going to crush me. This story will tell the time I went white river rafting and almost died. Being on vacation does not always mean everything is perfect. While I was on vacation rafting, the whole experience took a turn for the worst. Gasping for air, the malicious currents started dragging me down wanting to trap me in their home forever. My body weak and exhausted from being toyed around with by the water, I fell into an unconscious state. I started to remember the car ride to my rafting destination. Upon arriving, everyone was given their equipment and a set of instructions to follow. My sister Rafaela, her friend Jeni, and I were introduced to our raft leader and headed onto our three hour journey across the Pacuare River. Little did I know that my life was close to being put to an end.
The sun had just begun to set behind the tall pine trees, as I began my drive home. I rolled my windows down to feel the crisp, chilly November air. The cool air made the hairs on my arms stand up like the quills on a porcupine’s back. I leaned back into my seat to enjoy the ride. The sun quickly disappeared and was soon replaced by the moon. The black asphalt of the road began to glisten like a calm stream under the moonlight. My truck seemed to glide across it like a boat on a river. I turned up the radio to distract the thoughts about work that were racing through my head. I was ready to make it home to see my family. I began to climb a steep hill as I saw what looked like two glowing eyes coming over the top of the mountain. As the eyes drew closer, I realized that it was a semi truck. The truck began to cross the yellow line and head straight towards me. My mind began to race and think of options of what to do. However, time was not on my side. I began to spin and roll down the steep hill. It felt as though I was a towel being flung around inside of a washing machine. “I am going to die”, was the only