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One day six of my friends and myself went into the deep woods in search of fun. There was this little spot at the top of a twenty foot drop that had a tree right on the edge. This tree had three "sturdy" vines connected to it. This was a spot that my friends and I visited quite often. Well, as time passed "The Vine", as we called it, lost its vines. It went from three to one. Well it was begining to get boring when we went there. Same old stunts: swing all the way around, swing half way, let go, and fall about ten feet, and jump the fifteen foot creek to the other side twenty feet down. I had completed all of these stunts and was getting bored with them. So as the adventurous teenagers we were, we set out past The Vine in search of new challenges. Little did I know, that day would be the must challenging for me to this day.
It started out normal, just passing some trees and climbing little five foot walls here and there, but some it became much harder as the walls became cliffs that were completly vertical and covered in pine straws. Every time we traveled into the woods, we formed a line. The leader, or must experience, went first. This was my cousin who was a senior at the time. Next, was my other cousin who is just six months older then me. That meant I was third in the line, mainly beacuse of my height, stamina, and advanced ability to climb almost anything effortlessly.
Soon we aprroached an area where the vegitation was growing quite thick. But, as ignorant teens, we pressed on. We had been following a river for a couple of hours now. We would use it to get back to civilization. At one point we came to a tree that had fallen across the vast river we were trekking along. The bark of the tree had been completely taken off making the tree very slippery. Not only that, but, the river was not even one foot under the tree. We decided to cross the tree. First, my oldest cousin, then his brother, then my friends, Aaron, Rodney, and Jolen. The last to cross were myself and my friend Josh. I went across and tensions were high. No one wanted to take the chance of having more then two people on the tree at one time. They feared that the movment of the person would shake the tree and knock the guy crossing into the river. At the base of the tree ,where we started, it was about four feet wide. Plenty of room to hold on to. Towards the end it got very narrow. The last five feet of tree were not even half a foot wide. At one point I slipped and my left knee went about an inch in the water. I heard my firends gasp. I stopped balanced myself and finished. After I stood up and yelled at Josh to crawl across I noticed my legs shaking. I calmed myself down and climbed a ten foot soft wall of dirt, turned left, went down a smooth slope, and joined my friends on a sand bar. I watched josh cross and helped him find the path to the sandbar. (WML)
 Ensin Doshido · Thu Dec 29, 2005 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
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What the Hell is Wong With Me!? |
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When someone messes with me I try to take it.
what the hell is wrong with me?
I wish to hurt them so they remember my name.
what the hell is wrong with me?
Soon they go to far and the voice inside says make them f*cking pay.
what the hell is wrong with me?
I lash out in blind rage and stirke who brings me pain.
what the hell is wrong with me?
I try my hardest to knock them on their a**.
what the hell is wrong with me?
I don't stop until they stop or stop me.
what the hell is wrong with me?
There they are, on the ground in their own blood.
what the hell is wrong with me?
Now I know "what the hell is wrong with me?" nothing at all, I am fine.
Just one rule mess with me and prepare to fight a battle you may not win.
Qutoe the poets.... "Play with fire and you will get burnt."
Ensin Doshido · Fri Oct 08, 2004 @ 09:01pm · 1 Comments |
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