When Keegan and I went to Fiji, we went to see a Fijian meke dance where men, women and children all take part. The women danced with fans and the men danced with clubs and spears. The music was a steady beating of sticks. After their performance, they encouraged the guests to join them in a simple dance movement called the taralala. So, we went up and joined in dance with them. It was a new experience because I've been doing hip-hop as my dance, and now I got try a new dance.
After the dance, Keegan and I went to the beach. It was in the evening, and we found a palm tree sticking out over the water. I saw it and the thought came "I want to climb that tree!" So, what did I do? I climbed out onto the tree and I kept going and going and going. When I was almost to the end, something happened... My grip loosened, I struggled to keep on the trunk, but it was too late. I fell down, down, down toward the water and fell in with a SPLASH! It was warmer than I expected, but I still rushed to shore. Keegan and I ran back to our hotel so I could dry off. Anyway, it was a good vacation to Fiji.