A climb was made on August seventeenth two thousand nine.
A climb which I will hold dear for the rest of my life.
It was in a distant realm.

It was established as an effortless stroll up on a trail.
A walk any person could make devoid of impenetrability.
After an hour, it amplified into an authentic ascend to the peak of a mountain.

We were to skip on rocks,
We had to find stability in each stride.
My right leg started wobbling,
My sense of balance started vanishing.
I began suffering the notion of trip and fall,
And then I thought I was to breathe my last breath.

Yet something hauled me up,
A sheer abet from my parents and friends.
And then I completed it to the peak.
An ascend to the summit of Mt. Fuji, Japan.