The Diving Board descriptive writing

The five-metre diving board was anything but a simple elevated platform in the SFU pool, especially in the summer times, when it emerged as the yardstick for courage and bravery for the average eight year old summer campers. And today was the day that I submitted myself to it. A moment ago, my friend had catapulted himself and now I was pinned as I had sworn to him that if he would jump, I would …

…in fear of the pain of landing in the pool. I clenched extra hard as I was about to enter the water. FTHUMP! Right away, I knew that my muscles eased up, as in my head I gave a sigh of relief. The regretful side of my conscience had fled as the victorious side of my conscience stood proud. A humungous grin unveiled on my face as I surfaced, amazed with what I had accomplished.