When I climbed a mountain

When I was little I wanted to be the best climber in the whole world. I was brave and daring. It was a challenge I could not resist.

I climbed the highest mountain in the world. It was the first time I climbed such a high and steep mountain. I set off with my mountain climbing equipment and two fellow climbers. These were two of my friends Alajah and Fofana.

The mountain was steep sided with huge patches of slippery ice. It looked like an icy mountain. Sharp rocks and thin paths led to the peak. Snow and wind battered at the little trees. The snow was thick and I could hardly see. The wind blew us back but we carried on. The higher we climbed the colder it grew.

I saw lots of sharp plants and forceful foxes up on it. We climbed for the night to a regain all the energy we lost. I lost my goggles in a horrible blizzard but while I tried looking for it I stumbled across a pair of goggles near a cave and they were perfect. I tripped and nearly fell down, but a stick held me up and Fofana saved me. I had a panic attack!

It was a hard climb but I succeded. I looked from the high mountain and thought I am the best climber ever! I loved the climb so much I am going to climb another and another and another and another....