Now listening to: The Streets
When I was little I jumped off of tall objects.
Off our porch banister, the roof of the house, the metal slide on the playground, the branches on the top half of the tree, the swing at it's pinnacle.
I knew I couldn't fly.
I remember thinking when I was five years old, "..but, maybe I can glide a little..."
I sprained my ankle.
I kept jumping.
I knew I would fall and hit the ground violently.
The fascination was the power of my own weight.
Hitting the ground so hard, I could feel the ground shake under me.
I came from outer space and re-entered the earth's atmosphere,
only to crash upon the ground at maximum velocity-- trying to throw the planet out of orbit.
Now, my right knee hurts when I bend it.
Was it worth it?
Yep.
shalom.
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