Swinging in trees, holding on to branches and letting
go, feeling the scary feelings of falling, yet being
excited at the same time by them.
Feeling like a dare devil, always pushing the envelope,
much to my parent's dismay, wanting to feel the
adrenaline rush through me, as I jumped from planes,
soared, propelled up the front of sheer mountain walls,
always attuned to what was flowing through me.