A few years ago, when I was in 6th grade, I went to my friend Skyelar’s house who lived a few blocks away from me. She has a really cool backyard, that was pretty big. She has a trampoline, a weird spider web swing that went over this rock ledge, and a zipline. The zipline was hooked up at one end above her basement door and went through her backyard to the edge of the forest behind her house. I was pretty excited about this because… well… it was a zipline in her own backyard! There was a ladder that you could climb so that you could grab the handle on the zipline because it was just slightly too high to reach. I climbed the ladder and grabbed the handle. To be honest, I wasn’t really listening much to what Skyelar was telling me. I did remember her telling me to make sure and drag my feet at the end of the zipline. …show more content…
Once I got towards the end, I didn’t really want to stop myself because I was starting to go faster. I mean, sure there was a tree at the end of the zipline, but it had super thick foam at the end. It was about a foot of foam wrapped around the tree. It was sure to stop me, right? So, I made the decision to not drag my feet and just depend on the foam to slow me down instead. This is where I messed up. While, there was a lot of foam on the tree, It did almost nothing to stop me. I had put both of my feet up like I was sitting in a chair sideways and just rammed straight into the tree. It was like the foam wasn’t even