To and fro, everything around me kept moving. I don’t know whether it was the motion blurry sight, or just the funny feelings in my stomach that made me so happy. Or maybe it was just the air hitting my face repeatedly, waving through my long bowl-cut hair that made childhood blissful. It took time to learn how to push myself— the crazy torso movement to imaginary leg acceleration. But the best was yet to come—jumping off right when it was on the top. The leap from that height was so exhilarating that soon after I landed, I rushed into another round.
Now, every time I pass by a vacant plank held by chains, I can hear it calling me.
I try. 