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Monday, February 20, 2012

Fear To Fall

       Mama warned me not to touch the matches. Mama warned me not to use the candles. Now our entire floor of the apartment is in flames. I am in the living room, sticking my head out our apartment window.
      “You'll have to jump!” the fireman shouts with his bullhorn.
Jumping out of a window is out of the question. I have always had a fear of heights, after I fell down a five and a half foot cliff while hiking.
      “Come on, kid! Jump!” he shouts again. A large, billowing mat laid at the bottom of the building. I have two choices. I could either relive the frightening moment of my fall, or burn to a crisp. I decide to jump.
       As I am falling, the memory of me tumbling against the cliff's rough surface is all coming back to me. I can feel every teardrop and scratch on my delicate skin that I got that day. Those old wounds began to heal and those tears dried for good once I hit the mat. The firefighters give me a hand and escort me away from the burning building. I believe that my fear of heights are gone. Now, I have a bigger thing to be afraid of:telling the police and Mama what happened to the apartment.
  

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