Challenge 1.

Jack had said she should just do it. 'Just go, it will be over really soon and then you'll be glad you've done it. Then you're really brave!'
And she had been afraid, really afraid. He had left. His mother had called him, he had to be home for dinner. But she was still standing there, looking.
Why was she so afraid. Jack was probably right. It wouldn't hurt, it would be over soon and she would be glad she did it. But right now, she hardly wanted to touch the ropes.
Time seemed to be going slow, so, so slow. Why was she still standing there? She didn't know, she didn't. She balled up her fists and looked at it again. She reached out for the ropes, touched them, held them tight and sat down.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A smile appeared on her face when she felt the wind through her hair. Faster, faster. This was the fun part. When it was just fun, nothing attached. Now she could just go on, higher and higher. After a while she opened her eyes and immediately she felt the fear spreading through her body and she clung herself tighter to the ropes. She was really high. She could fall, she could fall really hard and it would hurt. In her mind, a scenario started to play. She would die, and the paper would write a small text about a six-year-old girl who fell from the swings.
She tried to shake it of, tried to be brave. I can do it, I can do it. I'll be brave, they'll all think I'm brave, that's what she told herself time after time. And when the swing was on its highest point, she let go.

And she flew. She had been brave.