Memoir

 Memoir

                                                                                                                    By Emmanuel Cano-Garraway

                                                                                                                                                   Class: 705

Wow. I smell damp air, water rushing and gushing. I feel a little wet, that can only mean one thing… waterfall. Costa Rica was getting better and better. I climb off my white horse. I jump to the hard dirt, creating dirt to gather and tickle my nose. The horse patted his hooves, and a guy took him away. I liked the horse, I even took the time to name him, Stan.

SPLASH! Love that sound, that’s the sound the waterfall was making. Oh by the way… IT WAS HUMUNGUS! Maybe twenty feet tall!?  But the weird thing was I saw splashes in random areas of the waterfall. Then a man walked in front of me, he was dripping with water. I know what’s going on, perfectly now. People were jumping off the waterfall, and I want in.

“Mom can I go jump off the waterfall too?”

“Only if you say it, in Spanish.”

“Really?”

“Fine just go”

 I take off my pants, revealing my trunks. I run up slipping a little bit. I get to the top. My feet are over some type of moss. It feels slimy and icky. SPLASH. I look in the direction where the noise came from. No one is there… just me and the end of the waterfall. Dang it, I’m up next. I look down at the water… it’s pretty far down. Well, can’t chicken out now so I close my eyes, start to run. Wait, what am I doing! I open my eyes and,  I’m about to go into the water. NO! I try and stop myself but I’m already off the edge, instead I send myself twirling and flipping in the air. I close my eyes out of fear. I feel myself zooming down, fast and hard and then… Splash! I made the sound! I also scratched my back against the rock witch hurt like hell! I open my eyes, I’m under water. It kind of, blurry as it usually is when I have my eyes open under water, so this isn’t much different than the other times.. I feel my body moving… oh no! I struggle until I hit my hand on a rock, and clench it. I pull it until my body comes out of the water getting beat by oxygen. I clear my eyes from water. I climb out and walk to my mother. Coughing up water from my mouth, which most likely millions of fish swam in… yuck!

“How as it?”

“One word to describe it… AWESOME!”