By Alumna Maddie Fenster, Parent-Child Course
The bright sun who smiles down at me. The care-free bird who chirps from a tree.
The towering mountain that we have just conquered; the warm, sweaty hugs that my friends have to offer.
The fear of the ground far from my mind, because never have I been up so high!
The smell of fresh rain filling my nose, my shoulders worn down from my pack’s heavy load.
The droplets of water pounding down on my face, as I climb to the top of the waterfall with grace.
The blanket of fog that finally lifts; the view of the mountains; one of God’s wonderful gifts.
The bright sun who smiles down at me, the care-free bird who chirps from a tree.
The ringing laughter that escapes from my lips, the still-wet backpack I pull onto my hips.
Joyful eyes trained at the start of the way, because we all know that at the end of the day, no matter how high up you choose to go, the way back down will always follow.