The Pond in Which I Fell

I fell in a pond on Sunday. You wanna know the story? Alright. Keep reading.

So, I went to a camp site with other kids in my grade from my church for a retreat as a part of confirmation. We slept in a nice cabin that had bunk beds, a piano, and a cafeteria right upstairs.

Anyway, the next day, after doing a lot of community service, we all walked into the woods to a pond that had a rope bridge going across. I was not expecting the rope bridge to look like a tightrope like from a circus or whatever. I was thinking it was going to be truly a real bridge except made rope instead of wood. But no. It was basically a tightrope with two ropes higher up to grab on to.

I kept chickening out. Should I...or shouldn't I...??? I finally got the courage to walk across. It wasn't so bad at first...but as I got closer to the middle, it wobbled more. And of course, I got stuck beind this kid named Drake who was probably born naturally clumsy. He lost his balance, and the rope twisted, so I was literally laying horizontally on one of the ropes.

So, he finally lets go...but the rope acted like a rubber band and flung me into the pond like a catapult...I WOULD'VE STILL BEEN HOLDIN' ON IF IT WEREN'T FOR DRAKE!!! LOL