Personal Narrative 2

March 16, 2010 at 9:25 pm | Posted in Personal Narratives | Leave a comment

My heart beating a frantic tattoo against my chest, I try not to look down as gravity clings onto my legs, a panicked man about to fall to the ground below. The Sky Swing rocks with the wind pushing it back and forth with brute strength. I gaze out and rest my eyes on the deep, blue, Lake Rotorua, but then I glance down, and realize how high up we are. Feeling sick, I look back at the lake, and I feel better again. Click. The swing rocks as we click into place, and it’s time for me to pull the rope.

“Come on, Amber, you can do it!” my mum calls encouragingly as I tug on the rope with all my might. Fear grips my heart in its dark clutches as I continue to pull, trying to release us. “I’m trying!” I cry back. Clunk. We swing into the air, soaring on the wind, and at the end of each giant swing, the cage rocks and rolls, almost flipping over, as a scream escapes my lips, a prisoner released, the air rushing into my face.

Eventually, we slow down, and our swings become smaller and smaller. Finally, the official clips a rope onto the cage, and we’re towed back to the starting platform. When I manage to get out of the harness, I stagger as my feet touch the ground. Laughing at ourselves, my mum and I stumble towards the counter, eager to see ourselves on the screen.

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