The Scary High Ropes ll

I remember the scary highropes.
The prehistoric wooden poles where towering into the sky.
The sound of the wind blowwing in my face.
Strong ropes tugging.
The damp mown grass under my feet.
People scared as they climb.
Looking for and finding my helmet.
The feel of tough harnesspulling on my back.
The rush of wind was nice.
Sunny colours shone on my face.
I could hear my heart pounding as if  i would die.

By Tayla