When my brother,19, offered to take me rock climbing out at Ortega Falls I was thrilled to go. We left our Dana Point house at about 10:00 in the morning, and started down the Ortega Highway. On the way out we were following a cement truck along the twisting, turning road. Suddenly my brother cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked "What's wrong?" He started to laugh and slowly took his foot …showed first 75 words of 928 total…

…showed last 75 words of 928 total…were only about a ¼ mile from the car. We were lucky it wasn't a longer walk. When we got home we had both decided not to tell my parents, especially my mother, because we would never be able to climb again. I would always be afraid of bouldering if it hadn't been for my brother who got me back on the same cliff that next weekend. But, this time I got the hold. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**