High In Time

by Megan

“Oh shoot, that’s high!” I told myself, after looking up and remembering that I was scared of heights.

After unbuckling myself from the belay team, I headed to the ladder. I was extremely terrified. My legs were shaking nervously. In a squeaky voice I tried to scream “climber ready”.
I started climbing. I took it slowly one foot after the other. Finally I reached the platform, unclipped myself and put my cow-tails on the wire ready to start walking. I felt proud of my self.

I gradually reached the first tree, grabbed so tightly, that it was impossible to fall. Then told myself not to look down, but I looked down. ‘Oh no I’m going to fall’ , so I went as fast as a cheetah along the rope to the other end of the course.

As soon as I reached the flying fox, my hands started sweating madly. It was my turn, I flew off the platform and screamed so loudly it hurt my eardrums.


I was so proud of myself for completing the high ropes course. So relieved because I had overcome my phobia of heights. I had never been that far off the ground only attached by ropes. If I had a choice I would do it again.


by Megan Hartill