Bronze

Australia

In 2019, my first ever adventurous journey was spent in the freezing cold forest of Spring Brooke National Park. On our first day of the hike you could say that I wasn't exactly looking where I was going. I kept tripping over rocks and branches and falling on top of the people in front of me. It got the point where I tripped so much one of the other girls in my group had to hold on to my oversized back-pack for support. As we were going down a long narrow path I felt my eyes gazing up at the sky, and completely losing track of where my feet were. I remember feeling my ankles giving into a large brach sprawled across the floor and tilting forward. Gravity felt like it was kicking in harder than ever as I started to tilt to the side. I watched my friends faces contort in horror as I fell off the side of the cliff. Luckily my hand managed to grip onto a snug Little Rock. My support buddy - whose only job was to ensure I didn't fall off the cliff had failed. She gripped my hand and pulled me up, and I sat on the ground trying to comprehend a near death experience. Mrs Wilson, the supervisor gathered everyone and took a photo, straight after that event. You can see on my face (the one in the beanie) just how baffled I was.

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