Amy, a traveler
from New Zealand, and I were ready to go. My heart was racing. When I heard
Danny say, “Go!” I gave myself a push by forcing my body forward and I began to
tap my heels: left right, left right, left right. Tiny bits of rock were
pelting my face.
The sound of the
board sliding against the gravel increased as I gained speed and descended
further down the desolate volcano. The board began to turn and gravel started
to burry it. I tried to remember Danny’s instructions and lifted one leg up to straighten
my board, but there was no fixing it; I flew off.
I can’t really
describe what happened, I was completely disoriented. I told myself, “Look for
the board, get back on and keep moving.” Once I found it I mounted the wooden
plank and continued to slide down the volcano: left right, left right, left
right. I felt myself picking up speed again. I picked up my feet and began to
feel the tiny rocks hitting my face quicker this time; my heart was racing even
faster. Again, gravel took over and pushed me sideways and off again I went!
This time I hit the ground a bit harder. Completely disoriented I looked for my
board and mounted it once again. I made it all the way down the volcano.
Aracely
Castellani
(to be continued)