Loud and Proud

My Cliff Diving Experience

By Rawiri (13)

As I climbed up that cliff my butterflies started. It was getting to me; maybe I DON’T want to do this. I walked through the mud. I started saying “There is no such fear, but fear itself.”

I reached the top. Wow, it’s pretty high! There were some other boys jumping; if I jumped off the cliff, I would be the youngest person to jump. My aunt started counting down.

“Shut up, Aunty Nu,” I said. “It’s not helping!”

This teenager shows me where to jump. Holey, moley! It was SO cool! My sister came up. She said she would push me off the cliff, and my aunt started counting down again. “3…2…1!”

I jump.

Woo! It was so fun! My guts came to my mouth, but it was still fun! When I hit the bottom of the river (it’s not that deep, but deep enough to soften my fall) it gave me adrenalin.

I went back to do it again, it’s not that scary. The second time it was easy, but it was sore, as I forgot to close my mouth. All the water went crashing down my throat. Eww, yuck, it tasted like fish poo, clay, and loads more thing I didn’t want to even think about!

My sister was proud of me because I was the youngest person to jump off that big cliff.