"Monkey Bar" Adventure

Monkey Bar Adventure A particular thought came to my mind one evening after dinner—I wanted to go out for a walk. Winter vacation is almost half through, and I hardly ever had time for a peaceful walk. As I was putting my shoes on, my sister ran up to me. She had one of those I-know-what-you-are-up-to expressions on her face. I had no choice—she was doomed to come with me. When we were approaching the staircases that led to the outside, my sister suddenly asked in her suspicious tone: ”Where are we going?”“Nowhere, just going to have a quiet little walk around this area.” I explained simply to the two-year old. The “little walk” was indeed very quiet. The dark blue sky seemed very clear though there wasn’t any stars or a moon to be seen. We didn’t meet any people on our way, everybody seemed to have disappeared. I didn’t talk to my sister, besides anyway, what was there to talk about, she was obviously muttering something to herself. The only sound that I heard was the sound of leaves gently rattling in the wind. It was a strange night.After some time, I got tired of walking around. My sister was having a tantrum, she was shouting for mum. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head—I could take my sister to the playground, let her play and meanwhile I could have a go on the “monkey bars” there. And that was where I went.My sister squeaked excitedly when she was sliding off a slide. I was quite annoyed when I realized that the “monkey bars” were a bit too high for me. I jumped and jumped but every time I only managed to get a slight touch of the bar. I knew that I could grab the bar if I seized it when I touched it. But, I just couldn’t do it. Every time when I was in a middle of a gigantic leap, this strange image of me falling down the bars and breaking every bone in my finger would swirl up to my head. At the same time, there was a little voice in me shouting:” Seize the bar, c’mon you can do it, you have to!” I’m determined and both scared at the same time! This kind of feeling bothered me the most. Then, just as I was jerking my head left and right, I caught sight of a triangle shaped movable rock sitting in a “sand-pit”. This rock was as big as a pillow, it was obviously perfect for something. “Bingo!” I called out. All I have to do was to move the rock under the “monkey bars” and then I could stand on the rock to reach the bars! But moving rocks wasn’t an easy job. There was a “ten meters” distance from the rock to the “monkey bars”. I bent down and heaved up the rock with all my might.(it was almost buried in the sand and very heavy) Then I pushed it out of the sand-pit into the grass. As the rock was triangle shaped, it was extremely difficult to move it. I rolled it for about 2 meters but ended up getting squashed on the leg. I noticed that my sister was looking at me in doubt, her look told me that I was fighting a losing war. It was true somehow, for it was chilly and dark, and the rock was dreadfully heavy. I wouldn’t dare do this at daytime, people would think that I was crazy! Anyway, I was already half done, I didn’t want to give up. I really want to have a go on the “monkey bars”. So, I ignored my sister’s stern look and continued working on my triangle heavy rock. I covered the last eight meters by shoving the rock. “I did it!” I shouted and led out a strange laugh that even freaked myself out. My sister stared at me gloomily. The mud and dirt on my face, hat, hand and clothes were visible under a shadowy street lamp.Now I was ready. I felt thrilling excitement zooming all over my body. I stepped on the rock and reached for the bar. I could hold it now, and that was what I wanted. Then I held my breath and gave a great kick on the legs. I was in the air, with my body hanging on the bars! For a whole 30 minutes, I swung on the bars merrily. My sister got excited again when she was looking at me swinging. She jumped up and down and screamed when I fell down. I could see a guard strolling up and down the path not far away. He was looking at me with the sides of his eyes. I had the thought that he saw me moving the rock. But I didn’t care if he was going to march right to me and ask me to return the rock to where it was. The feeling that I had was only left to one word to describe—nice.

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