Adventures are the pits

One day I was at my friend's birthday party at an indoor playground, she was turning 8 years old my friend dared me to go down the slide into the ball pit with the room as silent as mice. I was so terrified because “what if it goes to dinosaurs, cavemen or evan zombies.” I was so worried my wrist were shaking, I held my breath, counted to five and screamed all the way down.

I was right it did take me to a different world but it was a ball world. I kept falling, falling and falling like I was in a never ending hole, till I face planted onto some balls. I touched my face and a lollipop was there, it was so gross I could throw up. I saw the top of the ball pit, I walked backwards a bit to see it better but then I nearly fell down to the black part of the pit, I saved myself by taking a step forwards “few that was close.” I was so relieved that I survived nearly falling.

Then I started to climb to the tippy top, I had to jump for it, I made it. Then I lost my grip on one hand and hanged on with the other, I thought I was going to die. A plaster came down onto my face and I had to get it off with 2 hands, wait I need to hold onto something “ahh!!,” wait I didn't fall I had to be holding onto something it was a lollipop stick. I was terrified to take it out of the balls and back on. I didn’t fall “now I can get to the top of the ball pit no time.” I climbed and climbed then, I made it all the way up.

I am so glad, relieved and excited I made it up to the top of the unusual ball pit. Well my friends didn’t think I could get out huh. I looked at the lollipop and there were only 2 tiny dirt stains so I ate it anyways. My friends were shocked that I got out.

The End.