YMCA by Montey F. Skirt, skirt! Peeking over the final hill to the YMCA, it is like the burst of sunlight when the sun peeks up out of the Rocky Mountains, or the surprise of blinding headlights of a car coming over a hill at night, all in one. Seeing the great green roof of the cafeteria, knowing what it holds in its walls. Great big telephone poles plunge into the baby blue clear sky, holding the excitement of the high ropes and zip line. The high ropes are like towering giants in the form of telephone poles, waiting for their dinner to fall right into their hands. The panther pole is a plain telephone pole that has little pegs sticking out of its sides like wrinkles on the tall giant’s body, your feet feeling ten times larger than them. The leap of faith is like a monstrous skyscraper plunging into the cloudless sky, the structural integrity untested. Complete unsteadiness is all you feel, as if the pole is teetering and tottering all over....
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