My hands were pale and shaky as they gripped onto the hard metal semicircle that I was relying on to hold my weight. My eyes fixed on the next step, and I used all my willpower to not glance down from the dizzying height. Just three more steps loomed above me. I had gone this far and was not giving up now. Encouraging yells wafted up from below me. A surge of determination bubbled inside me and I scrambled up the last few steps. By now I was on the last step. I carefully slid a petrified foot onto the mossy wood. The farther I went, the more the sick feeling grew inside me. With more care then I have ever had before, I slid my other foot onto the wooden pole and slowly and shakily stood up. I finally allowed myself to look down. I was so high up, and it was so much higher than it had ever looked. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and jumped. At first I just fell. This is the end! I thought. Then, when I least expected it I swung up and nearly bashed into the pole I had just jumped off. I felt amazing. Then, slowly I got lowered down, as I was lowered I thought, I could do this 100 times and never get sick of it.