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   There once was a chance I didn't take when on a weekend at the lake there was this humongous bluff hanging off over the lake water. I had been anticipating the summer all year long and the time had come to finally be able to jump off into the water because I was "old enough" according to the parents. I knew in my mind that I would actually do this and it would be so bad. On Saturday, everyone woke up and packed a whole bunch of food and drinks to have a great day by that bluff we had always gone to every year. We all went down to the docks and got into the boats and headed to the bluff. When we got there all the kids grabbed their swimming shoes jumped into the water including me and we started  to climb and jump off of the really small bluffs for an hour or so and needed to take a little brake and have some lunch and get back to our jumping.  Back in the water we all swam in a line according to who was going to jump first and because I was a little nervous I went farther to the back of the line. Climbing up the side of the bluff was pretty nerve wracking because when I looked down  I felt a hundred feet in the air. It was scary thinking about and seeing all of the little loose rocks and dirt. But I made it up to the very top and I had to help count to three for some of the others who jumped off. watching the others made me feel a lot better about doing it, and it didn't look bad at all.
   Finally it was my turn to jump and I felt really confident but when I heard "three" my whole body could not move. I stood up there scared to jump. Everyone gave me a few more count downs but I still wouldn't jump so the only thing that I could do was climb down to a lower bluff. It would have been to scary and dangerous to climb all the way down. I was so embarrassed that I chickened out, but when I jumped off the lower one I was so relieved to be back in the water. That was that, the summer that I didn't jump off.
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