“Oof” I swung the hammock too hard and fell off onto the sofa. “Well, forget the idea of staying in it until lunch,” I thought to myself. Our last day at the castle and I’ve already knocked the air out of me! I decide to walk up to the top of the castle to look out at the scenery below.
“Mom, I’m going up!” I announce, walking out of the living room.
“Up to the bedroom?” Mom questions. Our bedrooms were both on different floors. We had a whole floor, just for two beds! “Or up to the top?”
“Up to the top!” I smile. The top of the entire castle that we had rented for three nights. Even though the wind was cold, it was one of my favorite places to be. I would close my eyes, and picture myself as Princess Alannah, at the top of her castle. I felt like a character in a Shakespearian play: Maiden Alannah, of Craughwell, County Galway.
“Well, Dad is up there, so go ahead, but be careful!” At the last words, I am already putting on my coat and tiptoeing up the cold, rounded, slick, stone stairs, with only a rope to hold on to. Seventy seven steps from top to bottom, 77 steps that I walked everyday for the four days that we stayed there.