Memory+-+Waterfall

=Waterfalls=

He just stood  there, speechless. From the few words he did say, a faint smile fell upon his face. It was the first time he had ever seen a waterfall; as the tumbling water hit the rocks it seemed it was falling from the sky.

“Xander!” his mother called. As he turned his surprised expression towards her, the five year old leaped towards his mother with excitement and joy. The feeling of wet air seemed to excite Xander. He had never felt the cool feeling of water floating in the air like this.

He walked over to a mat his mother had placed on the largest rock and sat down. His mother handed him a piece of bread with ham in it. The roar of the falls seemed to encourage Xander to eat faster. After he had his lunch his father took him by the hand and pulled him towards the icy waters. Xander didn’t resist, in fact, he ended up pulling his father in too. As soon as Xander hit the water, he started kicking and his arms pushed through the water, trying to prevent his head from getting wet.

Xander got used to the cold in no time at all; he and his dad played for hours in the icy water. Then Xander spotted a man swinging from a rope at least ten meters in the air. Xander started swimming towards the rocks and his dad soon followed once he realized where his son was heading.

His dad climbed onto the rocks and helped Xander to the rope; the rocks were steep and it wasn’t easy getting Xander up there. When they got up they saw a few people in line, but not too many. Forty seconds passed and it was Xander's turn.

As he waited at the edge of the rock for the rope, Xander saw the person in front of him swing with great strength, then do a back flip off the rope. The rope swung back; Xander’s dad caught it and handed it to him.

Xander held the rope tightly, twisted it between his hands and swung.