The cold air

covered the woods

like a fresh coat of paint. The rungs on the trees were covered

in frost.

The climber before me with every rung

climbed higher

and higher towards the sky

like a ladder directly to the sun.

The trees were covered

in the cold like a christmas

tree being wrapped in lights.

The centipede twisted

and turned like a man playing twister.

My hands grasped the icy

cold

rungs

and I began climbing.

My feet pushed me upward and upward.

My body shivered

in the cold of

the woods.

I set my face in a determined look

and kept pushing. I was thinking that I couldn’t

go any farther because I was

exhausted.

I was so cold I couldn’t feel my hands

or my

feet

but I powered through.

My classmates were cheering

for me in the distance. My eyes spotted the top of the

Centipede

like a runner seeing the finish line.

As my hands clasped

on

to

the

top

I could hear my classmates cheering.

I peered down

and was shocked at the height.

I was at the top I had done it and a wave of excitement poured over me.