It was a good few weeks into the summer holidays of three years ago, and I was eleven years of age. I was with my family on a vacation in North Wales, situated right near the sunny beaches of a town called "Pwllheli". That summer we had rented out a wooden lodge from a dear friend of my mothers and we couldn't have been staying in a more beautiful place. Around the lodge were towering …showed first 75 words of 548 total…

…showed last 75 words of 548 total…anxiety, I was able to. It was all Go...Go...Go! The rush was like no other! In all honesty the only word that could describe my experience was "awesome". When I had finished the race, different emotions ran throughout my body. Part of me was glad that the experience had come to a close, though the other part was edging me to get back in that driver's seat and do it all over again.