I could feel my legs cramping and my calves burning. My hands began to ache from the tight grip I had on the coarse, metal chains. I began to take deeper breaths, becoming weary from my grueling efforts. I pumped my legs harder, using all the strength I possessed. "Faster! Harder!" I kept telling myself, as I felt a bead of sweat slowly crawl down my face. I continued with all my effort, ignoring my fatigue. Just as I was about to succumb to the pain, I finally reached my goal, and I actually became fearful when I looked at the ground below me. As I looked ahead, mesmerized by the beauty of the sky, I jumped. I flew through the air, almost as if I were running in the sky, and came crashing to the ground one foot short of my goal. Great, I was now covered in wood chips. How embarrassing. I think my whole photography class just witnessed my graceful attempt at playground history. Oh well, it was fun--maybe the most fun I have had that year: Jumping of
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