Sprinting across the spectacular wooden structure as if I was a baby bird who had just learnt to fly. My heart leaping with wondrous joy. Racing along the African jungle of a playground with my mate enjoying the marvellous feeling, which was spreading through my open wings. I had been competing in a challenging race with my friend to see who could arrive at the top of the wooden slide first.

Disastrously after I had got a lead I fell to the gravelled floor as a wretched girl who was about my age, shot like a rocket past me, rumbling the wooden pillars around me. My challenger had just gradually taken the lead but that did not put my hopes down as I was convinced that I could beat him. I’d been running for many years and was fascinated by how much my running skill had improved since I had first got the sensation to run. I hoisted myself up, and then picked up the pace.

There was only one thought that had not yet crossed my find. The terrible and disastrous FEAR.

Once my speed was back to normal I sped through the maze of the adventure playground crawling and climbing over the obstacles in my way. I neared an exit and passed through it out of the dynamic wooden structure. As my glory filled mate paced himself down the side of the wooden structure I noticed that he was taking a stupid but nifty shortcut; I galloped after him faster than a horse and it was a matter of seconds before I was at the place he had just stood.

I peered up the side of the structure as if I was a foreign tourist admiring one of the most famous skyscrapers in the world. I hauled myself up onto the first beam of wood and steadied myself for the next. I now felt like I was a miraculous adventure climbing one of the tallest mountains in the world. Strangely I felt that I was hundreds of metres above the ground hanging in suspension but really I was only about 5 metres off the ground down below.

          Abruptly I lost my hand grip on the rough wooden bars.  The world started to fly past me as I shot towards the ground. I swiftly turned and ended up facing the firm ground. As I smashed into the floor it clobbered my wrist hard enough to create an earthquake. As I lay there motionless, a huge fountain of blood shot through the air. My face and my wrist were bleeding creating enough blood to fill the Indian Ocean. The lights were fading as the pain conquered me, pulling my mind apart. There was no fight left in me. I was lost to clever concussion!