Siti stood before the climbing wall at school. It stretched high above her head with colorful holds. Her teacher smiled. "Who wants to try first?" Siti's hands felt shaky. The wall looked so tall. She remembered her journal at home where she wrote about hard things. "I can try," she said quietly. Her classmates cheered. Siti put on the safety harness. She placed one hand on a blue hold, then her foot on a red one. Up she went, one step at a time.

Siti climbed higher and higher. Her arms started to feel tired. She reached for a yellow hold near the middle of the wall. Her fingers slipped! Siti fell backward, but the safety rope caught her gently. She dangled in the air. Some kids gasped. Siti's eyes filled with tears. "It's okay to fall," her teacher called up. "Every climber falls sometimes. What matters is trying again." Siti touched the ground. Her heart pounded fast.

Siti sat on the gym floor. She thought about her journal and all the hard days she'd written about. Those days when sadness felt too heavy. But she kept writing, kept trying, and slowly found light. "The wall is like life," she whispered. Falling didn't mean failing. It meant learning. Siti stood up and brushed off her hands. "I want to try again," she announced. Her teacher nodded proudly. Her classmates clapped. Siti gripped the first hold with new determination.

This time, Siti climbed carefully. When her hand felt shaky, she took a breath. When her foot slipped, she found another hold. Higher and higher she went. The yellow hold that made her fall before was right there. Siti reached past it to a green one instead. Finally, her hand touched the very top! "I did it!" she shouted. Everyone cheered loudly. Climbing down, Siti smiled. She had learned that courage means trying again, even after falling.