May 29, 1953
Today is the most important day of my life. I finally climbed Mt. Everest,
the tallest mountain in the world.
The top of the mountain was amazing. It felt like we were close to
heaven. The snow was so thick that my boots sank.
The air was silent. I looked at the beauty that surrounded me. Maybe
my story will be a legend someday.
I want people to remember this forever. I was the senior explorer in my
group, and I knew we needed proof of our climb.
I took many pictures with my camera. I’ll put them in a frame and hang
them.
On the mountain, the air was very cold. I wrapped my coat around my
body. I looked over the side of the mountaintop.
From that angle, I saw the border of the clouds touch the rocks below.
The snow was thick. It looked pure.
There was no sign of modern life. Thousands of years ago, my
ancestors saw the world this way.
After fifteen minutes, I knew it was time to proceed down the mountain.
The whole team congratulated us.
My superior, John Hunt, praised us all. I sent messages to my relatives
to tell them that I was safe.
But it was hard to leave the mountain so quickly. I wanted to enjoy the
incredible sight even longer.