I was hanging around my older sister, she had made a new friend and I felt it was my duty as a younger brother, to make sure this new friend was aware I existed. They decided to start climbing this hill at the steepest face. I expected them to give up pretty quickly so thought it was best just to observe. When they got past the first slip and dead sheep, about 25meters up, I started feeling fear number one. What if they made it up the hill? I’d look like a chicken just sitting there. My sister would make my life a misery for the rest of the holiday. There was no way I was going to risk it so up I went. As steep as it was, I bounced up that hill with all the skill and grace a mountain goat would be proud of. I took great pleasure in showing the girls the best route to take and pointing out any hazards coming up. At the 60 - 70 meter mark I stopped to assess the girls progress, I thought they must have been quite away behind me now because of my far superior climbing skill and als...