My Adventurous Life

My sixth grader wrote the following.

Sprinting. Sprinting as fast as possible. Towards the light, the glorious light at the end of the tunnel. The gigantic boulder is gaining up on me, but I think I can escape in time… That was the plot of a thrilling, adventurous dream I once had. Although the dream was quite stimulating, it doesn’t even compare to some of the real-life adventures I’ve had. Two examples of daring adventures I have experienced are the time I crawled through a drainage pipe at Mountain View Park and when I went swimming under a waterfall in Hawaii.

I experienced one superb adventure of mine when I was about seven years old. My friends and I were at the park and were bored to our wit’s end. One of my friends suggested crawling through the drainage pipes that went under each bridge that lead to the park. We took a flashlight, a skateboard, and a rope, and took turns dragging each other through the repulsive tunnel. Each tunnel was about 50 feet long and about 3 feet in diameter. The inside of the passageways were like something out of a horror movie. The distinct feeling of spiders on your hands and knees sent chills down my spine. The whole pipe was knotted with cobwebs. Worst of all, there was the most revolting smell in the world that resembled a deadly mixture of rotting cheese and banana peels. Despite all of those dreadful aspects, we wanted more than anything to get to the other side. Sadly, after about 10 attempts, we finally gave up. To this day, I still feel the urge to crawl through that ghastly tunnel…. Or not!

Another prominent adventure of mine happened on our recent trip to Hawaii (which was a great adventure in itself.) Near the village of Hana, there is a pair of waterfalls called the Twin Falls. The walk there from the parking area is about 20 minutes long and it leads to two gorgeous waterfalls and a rope swing. Though the walk made my feet very sore, it contained some of the loveliest foliage I have ever seen. The sweet, gentile aroma from the hibiscus flowers complimented the beauty of the bamboo and palm trees. There was also a view of the foamy, sapphire blue ocean crashing against the jagged, obsidian rocks. At the waterfalls, it suddenly became dimmer. The walls were laced with moss and tree roots. The waterfalls flowed from the top of an overhanging cliff. There was a sliver of light coming in at the top, but not enough to make the whole area light. I braced myself as I grabbed onto the rope from the back of the cave and held on for dear life. When I hit the waterfall, I felt a very strange sensation; it was as if half of my body was nice and warm, and the other was freezing cold. I rapidly scurried out of the water to do it a couple times more. Later, I dried off and walked with my family back to the car. That will be a day that I won’t soon forget.

I’m almost at the exit to the tunnel! I can smell the fresh, crisp air of the jungle on the outside. I feel like I am going Mach speed, but somehow, the boulder is going faster. The boulder resembles a vicious mongoose chasing after a fat, meaty cobra. Just as the boulder begins to graze my back, I’m out of the tunnel. I fall on the ground panting, but as I hit the ground, I wake up. That arousing, action-packed dream was certainly one to remember, but some real-life experiences you will never forget. I know I’ll never forget when I went crawling through a drainage pipe or when I swam under a waterfall.