What was the craziest thing you did this holiday weekend?
I was shrouded with fear and panic as I looked down at where my toes hung precariously over the massive drop beneath me. I clung tight to the railing, so tight in fact that my sweating palms were caked in rusty metal flakes. As I stood there, teetering on the brink of a 50+ foot drop, I heard the faint jeers and cries of my friends as they urged me off the edge of the bridge.
"We're going to count," They screamed, "and when we hit three you need to jump!"
"O- okay." I managered to stammer. Even I could hear the quiver in my voice.
"Don't hesitate!" They yelled from behind the railing.
I forced myself to look up from the water, diverting my eyes from the huge drop. As I looked out across the seemingly peaceful river I heard them begin to count. Three came all too quickly, and before I could even scream I had already hurled myself out into open air. With no control over my landing, I raised my hands up above my head and closed my eyes, surprising myself with how calm I was. But as I continued to fall I was again filled with panic.
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