It only took me a moment to climb to the top. Many other kids younger than I do the same thing I just did, but my overprotective dad thinks that I’ll fall off and break my neck. He would never let me do this, but he wasn’t looking. Scratch that, he was. He started running over calling at me to come down. My mom’s okay with it though. She’s taking pictures and I smile because this time, I’m in the mood. My dad on the other hand pulls me off. That pull could have broken my neck. Before he starts some rant about the dangers of rocks I ask “Mom, may I go climb the rocks over there?” pointing to more rocks that are as tall or taller than me that travel into a forest. These rocks are clearly more dangerous than the one I just climbed, but my mother encourages me to enjoy myself on this trip. Before my dad can say anything, I run over rocks that I know that he can’t go over as easily because of his …show more content…
In the distance, I first heard then saw, a waterfall. I made that my goal, I wanted to be right next to the waterfall. We keep going and then there was a rock so tall, I couldn’t pull myself over it. So I waited for Dad and Henry. Henry pulled himself over it easily, his five foot eight height made it so that reaching things and getting to higher places was never a problem for him. My dad tried to boost me up, but it didn’t work because he couldn’t lift me high enough to get onto the peak. We tried and tried, but then decided to strategically retreat. Right before we officially turn around, I noticed a log nearby, I climbed up the log by myself and from there, jumped onto the rock. I thought I needed was unnecessary and what I really needed was independence. Because I made it onto the rock, we could