This time I came back with excitement and cheerful confidence. The moment I put on my socks with the rubber grippers on the bottom, I ran back to the wall that had defeated me the last time I came to this place. The only other person there was my little sister, who didn't act so little.
I looked at the wall with stubbornness. I swiftly put one foot after another, a lion's roar in my ears, and latched on to the top of the wall.
But this was not my goal. I will not let go. I tried to pull my body up as if I were doing a pull up, but I still hung there. Then a switch turned on in my brain. I swung my leg up, and gripped the top using my flexibility.
If I let go now, I could hurt myself, the thought uninvitedly intruded my brain. I pulled myself up, grunting as I did. I felt myself collapse on the platform in relief.
"I did it, finally!" I told my sister. I had a huge smile of pride stretching my face.
Even my sister seemed happy, then she ran off to tell my mom about my accomplishment.
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The Wall
Non-FictionA young girl of age thirteen faces a large challenge, in her eyes, of running up a wall. She eventually learns that confidence and belief are the steps to accomplishing challenges. You will also notice that sometimes a little bit of desperation can...
