Wednesday, 24 August 2016
High Jump As I look up at the crowd, roaring and screaming at the top of their lungs, I feel the softness of the leafs under my paws, the intensity building, whilst waiting for my turn. Blood pumping through my body, big bumps from my heart. “Bump Bump, Bump Bump” I hear wind whistling through the trees and into my ears. My fur, soft, cuddly and fuzzy, stands on edge. As I start my turn, I listen to the screech of the starter. “SQUAWK!!!”, signalling me to start, long leg steps getting faster and faster. Lifting my feet off the ground, I’m airborne. Seeing the height, it looks 1,000,000 metres tall, as tall as the sky itself. Back bending to get over the pole,the sigh of relief when you realise you’re over the bar, the cushioned feeling of landing on the crunchy and cushioned leaves after jumping as high as possible. The crowd goes wild, everyone, screaming and yelling, “YAY HE’S DONE IT!” 1st place finish and gold medal.
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