I remember when I was quite young, perhaps ten, and I had climbed about halfway up a tree in the backyard at home. I swung down from the branch, dangled, then let myself fall. When I landed I rolled, and I remember thinking that I was as ready and prepared as the action heroes whose movies I loved, or the protagonists of the extremely cheesy fantasy novels I enjoyed.
-29 September 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.