So, the other night, i was out with a friend, we had a big bottle of beer, i didn't eat anything the whole day and it was cold, we talked, and among other things we mentioned jumping as kids, you know, climbing somewhere high then just jumping down to the ground, that sparked a memory of the expirience, so here it goes.
I'm sitting on the ledge, the drop isn't very high, but it seems high to my 9 year old self.There are other kids around, but they are a blur, i'm focused on the drop, the fear is incredibly overpowering, the possible outcomes are just piling up.I start counting, jumping on three, all the while i'm tensing up, slowly pushing myself from the ledge.Then as i count past three, i'm still afraid, i still don't jump, then i think, i am not a coward, i will never be.I push myself off the ledge.I fly, the first second is terrifying, i am afraid, there is no coming back, i lost all control over the outcome the moment i let go of the ledge.Then a second tought comes with the next second, I AM FLYING, completley free of the ground, an adrenaline rush hits me as i hit the soft grass.I slowly stand up, still weak from the fear and excitement i look up at the place i was sitting on just a few seconds before, it seems like the top of the world i just jumped off, at this moment i feel indestructible, able to take on the world, and as the adrenaline rush fades my mind is focused on one tought.AGAIN!
So, share with us your little memory flashbacks.