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= A little bit about myself: =

= My motu moana recount = I was at the top of a 35m high structure, the abseiling tower, a moment I will never forget. There was a strong wind making me uneasy and nervous, being so high was not a fear of mine but I was scared. The instructor gave me a little talk and strapped me onto the rope. I took a leap of faith the first step. I leaned back trusting the harness fastened tight around my waist, holding my rope I slowly let it slip through my hands letting me slowly descend.

I __heard seagulls singing__ and screeching. I looked over my shoulder down at the ground; I was 20 meters off the high. __A cool breeze swiped my nostril__ as I slowly lowered myself down. __Sweat oozed out of my pours and into my__ eyes from my head as fear poured into me. The wall seemed to go on forever, but I was only half way there and my hand had serious rope burns but I persisted. People were waiting at the bottom of the wall shouting phrases. __The thrill thrived through.__

I am at the bottom, __like the leaving of a memory__; the rush of adrenaline had stopped. “Phew” I said. A feeling of safety and relief was running threw my veins. __Saliva was over flowing in my mouth__, I was in need of a drink. Mum came to congratulate me for my success I had on the wall, that’s when I knew the memory was set in stone.

=My pin ball poem= = = As the pin ball fell His life turned to hell He didn't know what to do Not a singal clue He was badly hurt As he hit the dirt When he got up A guy said "sup" He was at the end Just around the bend