My Courage Story

 Mendoza my hometown, is the best place to be ever. Especially because of its beautiful landscape which contains mostly... mountains. My whole family loves to climb mountains. All of them, from the highest to the lowest, we try to climb them all. We always have a good time climbing them, and each of the "adventures" are always quite memorable. Especially a time long ago when i was only 7.

I don't get to see my whole family very often, (grandma, grandpa...) So whenever I do see them we always make sure we do very fun things together. And of coarse we always go mountain climbing. Now when I was that age, I would only climb fairly low mountains, but on that particular day my family thought they might change it up a bit. So my father, sister, three cousins, and I set off to find a good mountain to climb. We searched until we came upon a good starting point. So we started to hike. I was having a good time, it was easy only a few scratches, I was fine. Until I noticed my shortness of breath and the time it was taking to get to the top. I was getting a little worried, I knew we were going higher and higher, but i kept it to myself I didn't want to spoil it. We kept going, my dad as the leader, then my sister me, and my three cousins. Suddenly the youngest of the three cries out, "I can't do it it's too hard let me stay here!" My dad couldn't leave him there so the eldest (18) volunteers to stay with him, My dad tells them to stay there and not to move from that spot. We keep going.

It's getting a lot harder to breathe I tell myself, and a lot colder, two signs were getting higher. "Be careful," my dad, "it's a lot more dangerous up here." Now i'm freaking out. Why did he have to say that? Then we hear it again. "I can't" says the last cousin, so once again my dad has the lecture about keeping still and not moving. We keep going.

I'm getting really tired now, and the trail up to thee stop is getting really dangerous as well. I feel like i'm about to burst out in tears, i've always been a bit afraid of heights, but I kept thinking, if i fall it will be the end. But I sucked it up, my family, especially my dad and my sisters thought I could never accomplish anything without whining. So I thought this was a good chance to prove that I could. The only thing holding me back was my dad's comments. Things like are you tired? Want to stop? We can go back if you want. I know he meant well, but it got on my nerves, now I wanted to get to the top more than ever. We were all getting very tired, I could tell. We all wanted to get to the top, and fast.

Finally we see the top, we all practically raced there. It was such a good feeling to have accomplished something on my own. At the top the breeze was beautiful and so was the scenery. I was so glad I had done it. We felt like we were on top of the world. All the way back down I got pats on the back. I felt good. I did it.