I never seem to look where I’m bound, always enjoying the thrilling drop of my stomach as I plummet down. And once I hit the ground I dust myself off and spring up again, all for the adrenalin.
I’ve never had the best memory, no matter how many bruises and cuts I receive I just get up and go again, because I can never place the wonderful feeling of falling unless it is happening.
It’s hard though, so few people I’ve met are willing to live the more up than down world that I love so much, I tend to be enjoying my private thrill ride alone. That’s ok though, I have always had a hard time being restrained.