Zooming down the Flying Fox felt incredible. The wind whistling past my face the sun against my back. Suddenly I realised it was time to throw down the rope. I ran back up the hill with the flying fox I went back in line awaiting for more.
I was shaking with embarrassment as I shrugged to get over the pole, with almost everyone staring at me lying on the slippery pole. Thinking about nothing but getting over the pole I got over with a little help.