As I walked on the swing bridge I could feel the unstableness of the structure. Sweat dripped off me like a waterfall. I could hear the noises of the jungle chirping , roars , bangs and the sound of the wooden planks cracking upon my feet. The ropes were there for support but I felt like I had no security , my body was in shock. How am I going to conjure this mountain of fear but as time past I finally broke my barrier of fear and began to walk.. Step by Step, I brushed my hand along the faded white ropes, that had teared and had been a victim of the jungle weather and surroundings. I had finally gone over the swing bridge and was going to continue though the terrain of the jungle.
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