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One day I went climbing and I got to the top of a difficult climb. SNAPSHOT MOMENT

“Whee!!” I heard another kid say as they repeled from a climb. I felt the cold, solid, dry rock beneath my chalky hands as I moved my left foot up onto a crumbly ledge. It was burning out on this humid August day. I was 10 years old at Passages Adventure camp in Richmond, Virgina. My cousin was also there because that Friday was my 11th birthday. (and my cousin lived in Virginia). I felt the sweat dripping down my face as the sun beat down on the back of my neck. As I focused on the grey rock in front of me, I quickly forced my right hand forward onto a hold in the rock. I did that with my feet and hands a couple more times until I got to the hardest part. I had to push off a ledge and leap to grab onto the chain at the top of the climb. I counted to myself... One Two Three! I leaped of the rock my feet were on and leaped for the chain. I grabed it tightly. I got to the top of the climb.