Personal Narrative: Ledge Jumping

It was mid-afternoon, my hands were shaking, and my face was pale. It was a long drop from where I was standing at the top of the ledge to the bottom where the water reflected my fears. I wanted to stay on the center of the ledge. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the edge because of the risk. In the end… I had to do it, I had to jump. With freezing cold water beneath me, trembling legs, and the sun in my eyes; I did it, I jumped, and it was one of the most exhilarating feelings I had ever experienced. It was the summer of 2015, on a Saturday, and I was out swimming with my friend Janee and her aunt Tracy. Janee and Aunt Tracy decided that we should go Ledge jumping. I didn’t want to put down their idea, so I hesitantly agreed to it. I tried to sound enthusiastic and calm about the whole thing, but my mind was just a plethora of corybantic thoughts. I was internally screaming at the thought of jumping from a ledge, while Janee and Aunt Tracy were teeming with excitement. Soon we arrived, and that is when the panic set in. …show more content…
Aunt Tracy Jumped in with similar emotions as Janee and a big “Splash!”. However, when it was my turn to jump I froze. The idea of jumping from the height I was at absolutely mortified me. This did not stop them from trying to persuade me to jump though. “Jump, jump!” they would shout, but I would not budge “We’ll wait, just jump when you’re ready.” Janee would tell me. “I can’t do it.” I