Today, I climbed my winding, Rapunzel tower.
The stairs are ever-winding,
and I didn't know the terror of such a height
until reaching near the top,
but not quite.
"The tower is swaying," I shrieked to J.C.
I could have made it to the top,
but he was unwilling to continue on,
and I was afraid to go it alone,
though I vow to reach the top before Christmas Break,
if given the chance.