The introduction--goes here.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQn4G4LKA3r
I was little. Who cares about my age, because it's not relevant. Moving on. Enamored by jumping off of buildings, parkour, and whatever else was cool, Veggie Tales was the inspiration of my hobbies and healthy vegetarian diet choices. I like broccoli.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQehe29onbx
The mindest--insanity. 1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDwpZO17pqJ
In light of this inspiration, I wanted to pull a Jonah. Pull a Tarzan. Pull a whatever that George dude's name was. Minus the tree part, cuz that would just be painful. I wanted to swing from the trees, and ropes, and just other stuff that happened to work in a swinging motion, such as other stuff.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHp3SN7qI3P
The location--my house. Where all the crazy junk happens.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKgjPd6J61
Our stairs were built for jumping down. My bros were da kings at this. they could jump from way up and go way down, and do karate rolls, or parkour rolls, or California rolls, depending on what the occasion called for. They were cool like that. Still are, just now, they can do drum rolls too.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUoST5QfzSx
Even though they were the best, I wanted to do best-er, or better, or best-er-er-er. I knew that this feat could be done only by the amazin' compliments of the window curtains that lived on the window which had magically been placed at the bottom of the stairs. Magical stuff like that happens. The window was placed there because of a prophecy made by a drunken shaman construction worker. Of course, that's not true, so we'll continue like that wasn't typed there. Ever.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbgjEfC9UG7
Anyway, I mentally prepared myself, I physically prepared myself, I mentally prepared myself, I didn't actually prepare myself. I grabbed a hold of the curtain, and climbed up the stairs of greatness to the stair of awesomeness where the moment of epic-ness would occur. I braced myself for the flight ahead. I gripped the yellow, weird-ish curtain in my hands and closed my eyes. Then I leaped off the stair. 1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZpZ1Kje5WK
And in my mind I flew. I soared to great heights. Five stairs up, and quickly descending to the floor. I looked at my hands to smile at my best friend. . . but he wasn't there.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Wx2MrqqyP
I screamed bloody murder. "I'm gonna die!!!"1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB16EjIQDzp
Silly me, I didn't die. The curtain was okay. And that's all that matters. The fact that I broke my wrist like a straw and cried for days has no effect of the outcome of this story because the curtain was the star in the first place, anyway.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8YGbjIYwgE
Good-bye.1011Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LXwbuz7Vi
