Carving down the hill, like a side winder snake slithering threw the desert sands. The wind hitting my body as soft, as a mother first touch. My hair is waving through the air, as waves do in the ocean. Jelly fish like, my legs and arms looking boneless as I move back and forth down the hill. Thoughts light, as a feather. Then I started to get the fear of the hill, as I started to fly down the monster. The wind changing its feel from soft and gentle, to like opening a hot oven. My boneless legs change to stiff as like the bamboo board. My heart that was beating rapidly has now stopped from terror.
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