Ever since I was a child, I have always searched for an adrenaline rush. While vacationing with our cousins at the beach in the South of Spain, I was mystified by a large stone military bunker which had been used in various wars for centuries. Since I could remember, my cousins and I were told never to go near the bunker because our parents told us it is very dangerous or at least they saw it that way. Many times we would see small figures scaling the bunker eventually finding themselves at the top, then jumping into the cool crisp blue water far below. Although none of us would ever dare go near the bunker we were fascinated by its stature. Years passed, and when I became sixteen, everything I was told when I was younger began to fade away.
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You have earned your rights and privileges back” they said. I told them how thankful I was, and how much it meant to me. That morning I almost immediately left the house to go searching for my friends. We all knew directly where we were going without even saying a word to eachother . And before I knew it, there I was, standing at the top of the bunker all eyes on …show more content…
“Go!” a stranger yelled. Then, my instincts kicked in. I sprinted towards the edge and jumped off with an adrenaline rush like no other as I plummeted towards the rock infested waters below and plunging into the dark depths of the ocean only to be stopped by the crunch and crack of my own bones. I tried to swim to shore with cramping muscles stiff and frozen like a block of ice from shock. Thoughts begin racing through my head and I am unable to break free from the chain of fear and pain. I am at the brink of exhaustion and starting to slip away underwater and something plunges into the water lifting me from the darkness below and floating me to safety. Laying, nearly unconscious on the sand I come back to reality; looking up to find my father exhausted laying down beside me.
“Lucky” he says. “Never again you will be so lucky!” “I saved you from drowning!”
I sigh a deep breath, feeling a throbbing, shooting pain in my leg as the adrenaline subsides. “Put your arms around my neck” my father says, carrying me to the beach hospital. “If you had jumped any higher, your leg would need surgery” The doctor said. “You will need to take time off and rest for several days with no activity,” he warned.
We took the car home and I spent the next three days resting at
You have earned your rights and privileges back” they said. I told them how thankful I was, and how much it meant to me. That morning I almost immediately left the house to go searching for my friends. We all knew directly where we were going without even saying a word to eachother . And before I knew it, there I was, standing at the top of the bunker all eyes on …show more content…
“Go!” a stranger yelled. Then, my instincts kicked in. I sprinted towards the edge and jumped off with an adrenaline rush like no other as I plummeted towards the rock infested waters below and plunging into the dark depths of the ocean only to be stopped by the crunch and crack of my own bones. I tried to swim to shore with cramping muscles stiff and frozen like a block of ice from shock. Thoughts begin racing through my head and I am unable to break free from the chain of fear and pain. I am at the brink of exhaustion and starting to slip away underwater and something plunges into the water lifting me from the darkness below and floating me to safety. Laying, nearly unconscious on the sand I come back to reality; looking up to find my father exhausted laying down beside me.
“Lucky” he says. “Never again you will be so lucky!” “I saved you from drowning!”
I sigh a deep breath, feeling a throbbing, shooting pain in my leg as the adrenaline subsides. “Put your arms around my neck” my father says, carrying me to the beach hospital. “If you had jumped any higher, your leg would need surgery” The doctor said. “You will need to take time off and rest for several days with no activity,” he warned.
We took the car home and I spent the next three days resting at