Josh, 12My heart pounds. Firmly, I place my hands on the ripped rope. Everything slows and the world freezes. Swinging off this frayed strand will put me in the Room 4 history book. My palms sweat, my heart beats like a surge of electricity. 3..2..1 GO! I lunge forward swinging myself towards the cold deep water - a bullet zooming down to the ice cold death pool. Beautiful trees surround me.The mossy stones look slippery like an ice skating rink. Rough, slick rocks are covered in a lush green coated forest of moss. I have launched my shiveringly cold body off a 30FT drop onto concrete-like water.