Scaling the Metal Railing

I slipped through the open terrace door and charged straight for the balcony! The floor tiles were warm under my bare feet, but the metal bars of the railing looked way too tempting to ignore. I jumped up, grabbed the lowest horizontal rung with both hands, and kicked my legs like crazy until my knees hooked over. Shifting my weight, I pulled myself all the way to the top rail! Tokyo spread out below in every direction with tiny cars humming along the street. I threw one fist into the air and let out a giant laugh—climbing this high is the greatest feeling ever!