I was walking in the village square and I couldn't help but stare at the poster on the pin board. It was a challenge I could not resist, I can't control myself when it comes to challenges. What, you ask? Let me tell you.

I have wanted to be an amazing climber since i was just a child. Now that I'm an adult, I have climbed many, many mountains. Right in front of my eyes was an offer to climb the hardest, most dangerous, unconquered mountain. I rushed home, grabbed my climbing equipment and flew 80km to get to my destination.

Once i arrived, I found two other climbers that were going to come with me. We were standing right at the bottom. I was scared to death! But it felt a cowardly thing to quit and go home. The mountain was steep sided with huge patches of slippery ice. Sharp rocks and a thin path led to the top and the wind and snow battered at the little trees. My heart sank down to the bottom of my feet, but I took a deep breath and started the journey.

Off we went, taking small steps to hopefully get to the summit safely. The higher we climbed, the colder it grew. But we still carried on. I lost my glove all on the way there, but luckily my fellow climber had a spare pair and lent it to me. We stopped to rest many times, but we had a shock when my friend tripped and was going to fall off the mountain. We panicked and almost pulled her hand off with the strong grip! The snow grew thicker and thicker. We could barely see!

But through the thick curtain of snow we could see the peak. We were almost there! Two more steps and we made it! Three days of blood, sweat and tears went into getting here. I planted the Maltese flag on the pointed summit and looked down the mountain proudly. "This is no longer and unconquered mountain!" I thought to myself. "It was conquered by the best climber in the world; me!"