• I start to climb higher and higher, i get closer and closer to the log. I touch the slightly wobbly log. I can hear my enthusiastic team mates cheering me on below. Im standing on the log. I feel scared yet amasingly excited. I take a step, the trees are furiously blowing. I feel the wind whisping through my hair as the smell of pine passes my nose. My team is cheering. I feel my smile spreading, im proud, I made it to the end.