My First Time Rock Climbing

One day I was at home and I was bored, I didn't know what to do. My cousin was back in town, for the weekend from school. He told me that he was going to go rock climbing and if I wanted to come. My parents were out of town and my sisters had to go to work. So I said yes because it was better than staying home alone with nothing to do. I don't like heights so I thought it was gonna be scary. When I looked up I said "Its not THAT high", I changed my mind pretty quickly though. I was going up fast and it was fun. When I was up there I felt great and then I looked down. I felt like I was so high up and I didn't want to come back down. I kept building up the courage and then it just kept fading away. Then finally I jumped down I went down smoothly and It felt so cool. We kept climbing the different walls and levels. I kept going rock climbing with my cousin and I was getting better. We had been going for a couple of months when I wanted to do the hardest wall. We got to the tallest wall, it was forty-five feet tall. I wanted to climb it, I wasn't  scared of the height, but that I would get to tired to make it all the way up. I was near the top and had to jump to a hanging grip. So I had nowhere to put my feet and was hanging. I had to try and swing across to another one though. I went for the next one, then I was falling. I swung to the wall and I hit it. I went down pretty far, but I had hurt my knee. I kept climbing until I was at the hanging part again. Instead of going for them I jumped off the all to the other side. I almost missed but I grabbed a hold and hung on. I climbed to the top, but I had to keep stopping to rest. When I came backdown I just lied down on the floor for like five minutes to get my strength back.