When I'd saw my friend in the process of jumping off the railing of a slide, the sight had amazed me. His perfect landing, and ultimate finesse was flawless. It was so flawless that no one had actually noticed it, simply because he was so quick and soundless. In hopes of getting some attention, I decided to jump off the slide as well.
While I was up there I thought about how high I really am (about 10 feet off the ground). The height was menacing, simply because I had the possibility of breaking something if I'd committed a mistake. But, I proceeded with the process anyway because I had experience with jumping off certain heights.
As soon as I'd stood up on the slide, I'd regretted my decisions. I ended up tripping on the railing of the slide, therefore meaning my attempt of jumping off the slide was failed. I was guaranteed a bad landing, which is exactly what happened. Whooshing downwards, I landed with a huge thud, the wood chips stabbing by chest. I groaned not only in pain, but in embarrassment too.