--Alexandria POV--
Laughing heartily, I ran through the masses of trees, the wind whipping through my hair, hands pumping by my sides and feet digging into the soft soil of the dirt ground. A young squirrel racing beside me with an equal amount of excitement.
As we neared the small 15 ft waterfall we came to a halt on the wet sand, peering down the distance of the freely flowing waterfall. While the squirrel whom I had named Otis decided to give in and let me win, he went climbing up a tree.
I stared after him until he picked a branch to sit on and stare at me, acorn in hand. Rolling my eyes at him, I turned to look back at the waterfall, gulping down the nervous butterflies.
I've jumped down this waterfall uncountable times but it's still amazingly fun every single time. So, with a de
