The summer after fourth grade, I was at a community water park. Only our friend's friends (which included my cousins) were there because they reserved it. A few people were trying out the slide and diving boards, but few people were on the high dives. I decided to dare myself and try the high dive. I walked up, and rethought what I was doing. Should I really do this? I asked myself. I decided no. Then Mallory, who was a year older than me, walked up behind me and told me to try the high dive. I told her I wasn't going to. Then things started going crazy. Everybody else was daring me to do it! I decided I had no choice. I went up…to the top…and stood at the base of the high dive. "Okay," I sighed, "I'm doing this." I got to the middle of the board and asked if it hurt. Mallory's older sister said no, unless you do a belly flop or a back flop. That got me kind of paranoid. "I'm not doing this," I declared. Everybody, of course, begged me to do it. "Fine," I muttered. I jump, making sure not to do a belly flop. And, just my luck, I landed on my belly. "OW!" I sort of screamed. I limped over to my parents, sat down for about three zeptoseconds, and rushed back, deciding I'd do it again. I tried one more time, doing a jackknife in order to prevent me from doing a belly flop again. It was really fun!
Mrs. Galvan
4/4/2013 01:39:44 pm
Try, try again... Way to overcome your fear of the "high-dive"!
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Griffin H.
4/5/2013 09:46:05 am
You remind me a little bit when I first jumped off the high dive at heritage pool, and after my first time I LOVED it so I did it again and again and kept begging my mom to go to heritage pool instead of pioneer pool! :)
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