The first time I've been climbing out doors was an interesting experience. You learn so much when you do the real thing that does not contain artificial granite or colored rock. As soon as I put my hand on the first three holds, I realized automatically that every hold is different. You are never sure what to expect when you're 50 feet above the rock with the sharp granite below you. Life is difficult. No one can argue against that. There are strict rules and regulations everyone must follow. If you do not follow the climbing rules, it could cause a serious injury as well as a possibility of death. If the rules in life are not followed, the result may be the same.
Climbing is in my blood. It runs through my thick veins and I have had the addiction for two years. My brother convinced me to come to his climbing camp that I wasn't that interested in attending. I arrived there and saw all the children running around me. I was thinking to myself, "What am I doing here?" The climbing coach was a kind, bald, black woman who said I had potential to try out for the climbing team. And here I am today, climbing daily for the past two years. With shredded hands and strong fingers 24/7, I couldn't say anything else other then "I live to climb."
3 comments:
good first paragraph to create the metaphor. the second needs more of a personal experience than general statements. What makes this essay particularly yours?
cut out the "you's" its about "me."
44/50
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