I tried it immediately after she said it would be the greatest experience of my life.
“I will do it with you,” she said with her dimpled mischievous smile.
Counting off her fingers, she outlined the procedure.
We will sit on the fence for 30 minutes to an hour
And then jump down to ground
And so it was after an hour of making up stories about ‘The mysterious catzilla, guardian of the dragon egg’, that I heard, “1,2, Jump!”.
Suddenly there was an explosion in my head and I could not tell if it was pain. pleasure or a combination of both.
It felt like a thousand needles were travelling from the sole of my feet to the line that is my spine and back again in rapid succession; all the way marking their trail with their sharp points.
We were both bent over, gasping, and trying to breathe through the pain. Then with the twinkle of a million stars in her eyes, she looked at me and broke out laughing in bits and pieces.
“Awesome isn’t it? So painfully delicious!”, she managed to say as she tried to get through the moment.
Only Sarah could convince me that freezing my legs out in the cold before jumping from a height was the greatest experience of my life. And we had many more “greater” ones after that before adulthood came calling.