As we swiftly go through the beautiful waters of Lake Champlain, as we approach the beach I see the cliffs I had wanted to jump for so long. Either I was too young or you can’t jump that far yet my parents would always tell me, as I would always roll my eyes.
“Hey mom, can I please jump off the cliffs this time?” I asked nicely. She’ll never let me jump as I think she answers.
“Sure,” she says as my face lights up with joy, I didn’t expect the answer I had gotten. I was so overjoyed with the fact I jumped in the water as my brother and I swim over to the hill you have to climb to get to the cliffs. As I approach the edge a sudden wave of fear hits me in the chest, almost like someone had punched me in the stomach. I sit there staring at what in reality was a 20 feet jump looked like a hundred feet high.
I walk to the edge gazing my eye into the water. Maybe I shouldn’t jump, the thought crossed my mind. I finally come to my senses as I took my last look into the water. I jumped feet first my whole body as straight as a pin, my arms loosely at my sides. With my light-brown curly hair almost floating beside me, my feet hit the water I could feel the cold rush of adrenaline hit me with a feeling of joy, for a moment I felt almost trapped under the cool lake water. I feel the air slowly rushing out of my body as I hurriedly swam to the surface.
As I reach the surface I feel the hot sun on my face I realize how terrified I was just a few seconds earlier, how could I have been so scared It is just a small jump. But I was so glad I had done it I had completely forgotten why I had been scared in the first place as I speedily swam to the hill to do it again.