Adrenalin rushed through my veins. The pitch black night was perfect for "Storm the Mountain." Next thing I knew, the count down had started. "10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" We all screamed, "GO!"
We all pushed and shoved to get to the front. Sprinting faster than a cheetah. I sped off towards the playground. There was a bone chilling silence as I started to creep up the hill. "Crunch, crunch, crunch" went the dry sticks under my feet. Seeing flashes of light in the distance, I instantly got down om my hands and knees like a commando. I risked a peep and saw the two parents were flanking the flying fox tower.
My mind was blank so I couldn't think up a plan. In the end I decided just to make a run for it. Shooting out of the undergrowth, I charged at the first parent. I side stepped the parent with ease, thanks to my rugby training. "This is it, I can do it," I said to myself. Using the last of my energy I put in one final burst of speed. I leaped at the A-frame and touched the polished wood planks. No energy was left in me so I flopped down on the ground, breathing heavily.
Storm the Mountain was awesome but very exhausting. I could not wait for the next round.
Samuel