a ladder might have made climbing easier, but ladders are for wussies.
so i backed up and took a run at the wall, jumping up to hang my fingers on the lip.
scrabbling feet searched for a hold, catching a fractured brick just right only to have
pieces of mortar crumble into rubble beneath my feet.
dropping down i crouched, defeated by the scale.
by now a crowd had gathered egging me on
“try!” “you can do it!” some cheered; others jeered.
renewed determination coursed through my brain trickling down to trembling limbs.
once again i made the run, leaping with all my might.
chin knocked wobbly, i fell back in the dust, chest heaving, eyes watering.
a wee face peeked over from the other side. “can i give you a hand lady?”
“sure, child,” i said, taking his hand and stepping over the barrier.