I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump. The bubble of fear that’s been plaguing me since the start of this all fades away with the wind. We feel the whistling wind whispering in our ears. The joyful feeling of flying steals away the worries of what will happen to us when we land. Splash! We hit the water. The gushing water threatens to pull us under, but instead of working against it we work with it. Though we are huffing and puffing we make it to the riverbank. As we lie on the shore we think about what would happen if we didn’t make it to mom’s survival swim lesson. “That could have been worse,” Lily says. “But it could have been better,” I counter. She groans. “Ughhh, you always have to find the dark side of things. Can’t you try to be positive.” I stick my tongue out at her. Though we are exhausted we have to make shelter to shade us from animals and weather. We gather wood and make a teepee. We crawl in and are and fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the ground. We are finally safe.