Tom Mooney English
Tom Mooney
GCSE English
Non-fiction Writing
Looking back
November 24th 2006, five of us singing happy birthday and playing, jokes told, secrets hold and will forever stay. The night was great, full of action and drama but the morning was quiet and we decided to go play in the dark weary forest where an abandoned rope swing hung 20ft above a great muddy ditch full of debris and rubble. Our adrenalin was whizzing and our hearts beating but we still went on it risking our lives for fun, we took it in turns and enjoyed hours of thrill and adventure. It was starting to get cold and dark so we decided it would be a good Idea to go home. but, as usual I wanted one last go to finish the day, I grabbed the swinging branch and clutched it in my hands, took a few steps back and then leaped forward swinging over the pit, my hands started to slip slowly off the branch from the momentum, suddenly I released and slammed down on a rotting old tree in the bottom of the ditch. I remembered a slow warm trickle of blood come from my nose and mouth onto my brand new top, I realised I was hurt and just screamed at the top of my voice.