stories

Living Life Dangerously

By Sian Dunlop

03-01-07, this was the day I lived life dangerous. The wind and the rain, was coming down on us as we rushed inside the tiny shack like batch, Chelsea and I were huddling together to keep warm. Earlier that day we had climbed up over the wet juicy grass to the bottom of a clift and at this time the sun was hot apon us as we climbed and climbed. We looked around at the side and found a small broken old track that sheep used. Big patches of the old path had fallen away a long time ago, now green leaf covered vines were growing along the clift face. The only way we could start our adventure was by holding on to the long vines that were swaying in the wind, and jumping across.

Walking across after the jump was hard, we could go back but we had come so far, we had to keep going. The wind and the rain, was thrashing our bearskin now. The sting feeling was painful, walking across the ledge was easer now, the small ledge was begning to widen now, but I could still feel the small pebbles moving under my feet. The feeling was fritning, you could fall at any moment not knowing what you would land on, there could be a blanket of soft grass or sharp rocks waiting for something to fall from high above.

As we got off the ledge another part of the path fell away, there was a thud from the rocks hitting the ground and at that moment Chelsea started to slip down the long over-grown grass down the steep green valley I lunged to grab her hand. I pulled her to her feet and we set off on our adventure over the slippery flax bushes and foxgloves. We slowly made our way up the hill trying to make shore we did not fall back down the slippery grass. As we got out of the beautful foxgloves and juicy flax there was more of the small pebbles, gleaming from the chilling rain.

I was first to the top, Chelsea was not fare behind, we flopped on to the soaking wet grass and just stayed there, fore what seamed like ten years. Looking down across the ocean mode the climb all worth while. The shining rocks down below or the beautful ocean that looked like a bed of wet glitter, I do not know one it was but it took all the soreness in my body away.

water blanket
The small waves splashing over the flat stones on the side of the river, the sun was burning on my back as I walked down the sloping track. This river-hole was mine and all mine know one was there, only me. As I walked over the hot rocks I looked down at the river, it was gleaming like a soft bed of glitter.

When I reached the river side a beautiful trout jumped out of the water, with a small splash it was gone, back into the depths of the clear blue water. The water was cool on my burning skin as l walked into the rippling pool of water. Diving in felt like the best thing in the world. I swam up to the shining wet rock, this time my dive was amazing.

I swam to the bottom of the pool, I looked around at the bottom of the pool, the sun looked like a small shining yellow ballon. When I came up for air I saw my dad, he had come to take me home. I swam over to him, the cool water splashing on my face. I rushed to the truck.

My warm blanket and a nice shower was waiting for me at home for me.