200 Feet Up. 200 Feet Down.

200 feet. Wet sand. Maybe even rock-solid sand. Dragging my gray sandboard on the sand filled with rocks and sticks isn’t even close to a good idea. The storm has just past. I am at the top of Mt.Baldy in Silver Lake, MI. No one in the world my age has done this before. I would be the first person ever to sandboard down the humongous mountain of mushy, damp sand. To make it even worse, there were tons of footprints covering the dune that would make the trip down jagged and rugged.

      This might be harder than I thought it would, I think. “I’m still going to do this,
if I’m in the record book or not. It’s worth a try.” I say. I set my sandboard down and look down at the calm waters. The other side is clearly seen where I am. I’m ready, I think, ready to take on the obstacle that’s blocking my way to excitement and maybe, just maybe, fame. I take a deep breath, sit down, and push.

I open my eyes. I'm about to run into someone. I try to stop myself but I can't. I'm getting closer and closer. And then...