I remember the first time I
leaped off a 15-foot death drop to
evade my would-be
captor. I had imagined that time would slow down as I fell; that I'd see my life flash before my eyes as I
floated downwards like a feather.
I didn't. I fell like a rock, landed feet first, and slammed into the
woodchips with my butt.
I looked up and realized I was
safe.
No one would be stupid enough to follow me. I got up and jogged it off, happy with the knowledge that I had a
move no one could match, at least
for a while.