“ The PG&E trail is awesome. There are trees everywhere, and you could see lots of animals!”, my dad would say. I wanted to go to the 8 mile hike, but my dad said I couldn’t go, because I was too young.
“Next year, as you become eight, you can go.”.
“But why, we’ve already been practicing tinier hikes. I can take this on!”
A similar conversation would follow every time, and my dad started to give me dirty looks. I got really annoyed, and I would rarely ask anymore.
One day as my dad was about to leave, I asked him if I could go. I turned around, expecting the answer. However, it was a yes! I had finally struck gold! This was going to be a piece of cake, I thought. “ It’s not that easy to the top, you know.”, my dad said, as if reading my …show more content…
My lungs were desperately gasping for air. My feet ached like crazy. My heart beat seemed to be going faster than ever. The rain had stopped a while back, and surprisingly, the trail had already dried. A rainbow glistened to the side, and the sun came back up, leaving a wonderful view. Sadly, I had no strength to admire the scenery, because adding to my energy loss, it was now getting tremendously hot. Nevertheless, I kept going. I knew that if I could do this, it would be a big accomplishment. I saw a point ahead which looked like a peak. I got excited and hurried up the mountain. I was going to do this!, I was thinking. All my enthusiasm dropped when I saw it wasn’t the peak.
“ You’re kidding right...”, I murmured, feeling shocked. To my left was a climb more precipitous than anything I had ever seen. I looked to my left and saw a huge climb, steeper than any other part of the hike. With as shock I realized this was the final climb my dad was warning me about. Nowadays, if I looked at that climb, I would climb up without hesitation. But at that point, it looked like a cliff. I didn’t think I could walk 10 more meters, and here this climb was. I was seriously thinking of quitting. My legs were throbbing tremendously, and this heat was frying me like a omelette. But with my dad’s encouragement, I kept going.
“ Just a little more”, he would keep telling
“Next year, as you become eight, you can go.”.
“But why, we’ve already been practicing tinier hikes. I can take this on!”
A similar conversation would follow every time, and my dad started to give me dirty looks. I got really annoyed, and I would rarely ask anymore.
One day as my dad was about to leave, I asked him if I could go. I turned around, expecting the answer. However, it was a yes! I had finally struck gold! This was going to be a piece of cake, I thought. “ It’s not that easy to the top, you know.”, my dad said, as if reading my …show more content…
My lungs were desperately gasping for air. My feet ached like crazy. My heart beat seemed to be going faster than ever. The rain had stopped a while back, and surprisingly, the trail had already dried. A rainbow glistened to the side, and the sun came back up, leaving a wonderful view. Sadly, I had no strength to admire the scenery, because adding to my energy loss, it was now getting tremendously hot. Nevertheless, I kept going. I knew that if I could do this, it would be a big accomplishment. I saw a point ahead which looked like a peak. I got excited and hurried up the mountain. I was going to do this!, I was thinking. All my enthusiasm dropped when I saw it wasn’t the peak.
“ You’re kidding right...”, I murmured, feeling shocked. To my left was a climb more precipitous than anything I had ever seen. I looked to my left and saw a huge climb, steeper than any other part of the hike. With as shock I realized this was the final climb my dad was warning me about. Nowadays, if I looked at that climb, I would climb up without hesitation. But at that point, it looked like a cliff. I didn’t think I could walk 10 more meters, and here this climb was. I was seriously thinking of quitting. My legs were throbbing tremendously, and this heat was frying me like a omelette. But with my dad’s encouragement, I kept going.
“ Just a little more”, he would keep telling