It was a scorching afternoon. My father had taken my cousin and me to the zoo. My grandmother was with us too. We were having a whale of a time as we enjoyed observing the funny antics of the animals.

We then stopped by a rope course. My cousin was enthusiastic to try it. However, I was reluctant because I had a phobia of heights. My wrinkly grandmother encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone. I did not want to let her down, so I gingerly climbed onto the course.

As expected, I was frozen stiff. My legs were trembling like jelly. My heart sank like an anchor because I was afraid that I might fall. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but it was not long before I cried my heart out. Fortunately, my father and grandmother were right beside me, cheering me on.

written for my fourth graders