Shivam’s Everest Story (The Ordinary Moments)
Welcome back to The Ordinary Moments. This week I thought I would share a story Shivam wrote about Mount Everest earlier this year. There was a competition at school and he could write about any subject as long as it was under a thousand words.I don’t know where his interest in Everest came from but he said he wanted to write an adventure story. Then the idea just came to him.
Shivam is a keen writer. I’m impressed at his imagination and then getting his weird and wonderful thoughts on to paper. I’m the writer of the family so it’s great that Shivam shares the same interest as me.Please be kind and remember he’s eight. It may defy logic in some places but I love how free his thinking is and that he’s not afraid to just write at this point. When he’s older there will be enough people to criticise and dull his spirits with the realities of situations . At the moment, I want him to be as carefree with his words as he can.
So here it is. Enjoy!
My Trip To Everest!
One day I was thinking what it would be like to climb Everest. I was only a kid so I didn’t know how dangerous it would be.
Two years later, I packed all my supplies, which included a bunch of coats, extra warm clothes and shoes and finally a grappling hook. Then I was at the bottom of Everest. I was happy and scared at the same time. I was two feet up Everest but I still had a long journey. I said, “Wow I’m about to climb the biggest mountain in the world”.
I was as cold as ice. Suddenly there was a huge storm. “HELP ME” I shouted, I was terrified as can be.
I had been climbing for two hours and I was not even a quarter of the way up. Then all of a sudden I slipped down and fell down two hundred metres. BANG! I hit my head on a massive ice cube. It felt like metal. I woke up and said “what happened? Am I at the top of Everest yet?” because it hit me that hard.
I couldn’t believe I would have to walk the same route again. I looked down and I was so high up. But when I looked up I could not even see the top. Half an hour later another storm came and I was scared to death. I didn’t know what to do, but I decided to grip on. My fingers were losing their grip and then all of a sudden the storm stopped.
I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do because I was dangling on Everest. I wish I could go home but I couldn’t back out on one of my dreams because I knew I could do this. Then I got my grappling hook out of my backpack and threw it as far as I could then it pulled me upwards. “Now I’m up a quarter of Everest”.I stopped to rest for a bit because I was tired. I sat down and had some warm hot chocolate. Then it was time to get back to the climb. Hours later, I shouted, “I’m half way there. Yay!” I was so happy and excited. But then there was another storm.
I shouted “HELP ME!” but no one could hear me because I was that high up. “HELP ME! Somebody please”. I was so scared. I knew I would have some happy moments and some sad. Then there was a thunderstorm.
All of a sudden I heard squelching. It was footsteps. I saw a man. He shouted over to me. “Where are you from?” I said “From England”. Then we both decided we were going to climb Everest together but we had to get through the storm first.
This storm was not one like any other storm I ever saw. This one was a monstrous storm. I don’t know how I survived. I don’t know how I got through it but I didn’t give up. When the storm stopped, I carried on climbing with my new friend. We finally did it together. HIP HIP HOORAY!
It’s six years later now and I still can’t believe I climbed EVEREST!
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