The Worst Thing of my Life.

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The Worst Thing of my Life

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As we drove from the peaceful, secluded surroundings of Hertfordshire into the bustling hub of Heathrows Terminal 4, it suddenly dawned on me how hard it would be for me to carry out this feat…

  

        It was the time I was most looking forward to. We had finally been allowed out of the school gates into our eight weeks of freedom. No work had to be handed in the next day, no teachers would moan how over worked, under paid they were and most of all it was not the winter. After careful deliberation my family and I decided to spend our two-week vacation in the all night gambling capital of Las Vegas. We were looking forward to the 35oC weather, the theme parks built inside the over developed hotels and one of the greatest natural wonders of the world, the Grand Canyon. The hotel we wanted to stay at was called the MGM Grand. This hotel was like no other hotel I had ever seen. Not only did it have its own built in theme park with log flumes, roller coasters and any other ride imaginable but it also had twenty to thirty shops and restaurants all inside. To put it mildly, it was huge!

  

        On the 30th August, about a week before we left, we received a letter from the hotels theme park. It told us that for one day only, they would be offering a free ride on the ‘Screamer, for anyone who raised more than $150 in sponsorship. Only when I watched the enclosed video in astonishment, did I realize what this ride was. It was something I had always wanted to do, but had never managed to convince my parents that it was safe. I found out that it was the first bungee jump that allowed anyone over the age of nine to fly through the air at an exhilarating 80 mph at a g-force of 2.5, so you could understand what my parents reaction would be to my interest. My main argument was that it was the only fixed bungee jump for that sort of height. Their main argument was that I would be sick at the end! However as much as I wanted to jump, I was worried whether I would chicken out half way up.

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        I convinced my parents that it was safe and that it was a once in a lifetime experience so later that day I received a call to confirm that I would be raising money for a charity of my choice. As I started to collect the equivalent £90 for the jump I tried to picture the frightening glory of the beginning and end.

  

        While I was sitting in a chair at gate 22, I was thinking about two things. The immediate thought was about the low layer of smoke from peoples cigarettes. I remembered a Scottish comedian ...

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